[ Even now, with the fading images of the young Anakin and a more youthful version of himself, Ben feels ... unsure. Lost. Almost as though all of the wisdom he'd gained in the last ten years never happened at all, and he's back in Coruscant, floundering for answers. He'd wanted so much to be the best teacher for the boy, but he'd been ... too what?

He glances down at the dog, feeling the press of his cool, wet nose against the much warmer palm of his hand, and he lets it hover just a little above Jake's head as though seeking permission to pet him. Even if they're having one of the most serious conversations he'd had in a long, long time. ]

I would have listened to him better, I think. [ That much he knows for certain. Anakin had been in pain, and Obi-Wan had often thought he just needed to learn to let go of those feelings. To detach from them. Perhaps that hadn't been the right advice at all. ] I would have done what my Master would ... and maybe I shouldn't have held him up to every last rule in the book. Nor myself, really.