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Obi-wan is willing to admit he said ‘Everything has been calm and Anakin seems to finally have found some version of peace’ but he fails to see how that makes this his fault. He has been arguing his point for the last thirty minutes but none of the other Force ghosts who attend the bi-weekly meetings of the VSFD are listening. In fact, Mace hasn’t looked this angry/disgusted since Anakin attempted to join a meeting 3 months after he died.
(“The name of the group is Victims of the Skywalker Family Drama! Your name is Skywalker! It was mostly your drama! Ergo you are not invited!!!”
“Well that doesn’t seem very fair! You let Obi-wan join your club.”
“It’s not a club, it’s a support group! And Obi-wan isn’t a Skywalker”
Gasp “Well you aren’t being very supportive! Besides Obi-wan lives for drama!”
The fight in true Mace vs Anakin fashion had devolved rapidly from there. It had ended when Anakin stormed (disappeared they are Force ghosts after all) off to watch over his children who were definitely NOT DRAMATIC!)
The ensuing 24 years were largely drama free and Obi-wan always made a point of bringing up one of Luke or Leia’s accomplishments 15 minutes before a meeting of the VSFD to distract Anakin so he wouldn’t feel left out (bother them). Any mention of the twins was usually all that was required for Anakin to go peek in on them. His manic obsessive/protective/possessive streak had remained intact after his death.
Everything was fine alright! He felt it was worth pointing out how far they had come!
“You all aren’t being very supportive!”
Mace somehow looks even more unimpressed. He points to the glaring alarm above Obi-wan’s head that has been going off since his unfortunate pronouncement 30 minutes ago. They are Force ghosts, how does that blasted alarm even exist?
“Hmmmm… gone off the Back on Their Bullshit Alarm has not until said something you did.” Yoda, the traitorous troll, felt the need to add. “24 years it has been.”
“Master Yoda as you well know, correlation does not equal causation. I simply…”
“Master! Something terrible has happened!” As if to confirm his guilt Anakin (his partner, soulmate, eternal obligation?) appeared in the middle of the meeting. Mace was now raising an eyebrow as if to say look, Kenobi, look what you did.
“What happed Dear One?” He found himself asking with growing dread.
“LukekindofsortofpanickedandpulledalightsaberonBen,buthewasn’tgoingtouseit.BenmaybefreakedoutanddistroyedtheJediOrder.Alsohekeepstalkingtofakeme.”
“What? Slow down!”
“I said – Luke kind of, sort of, panicked and pulled a lightsaber on Ben, but he wasn’t going to use it. Ben maybe freaked out and destroyed the Jedi Order, again. Also, he keeps talking to fake me. Obi-wan we have to do something!”
“Why? What? Fake you?!”
He refuses to look at Mace, Yoda, or any of the other members of the VSFD. This is not his fault!