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Loving me must be painful; I know it as well as my own life.
I must ask you, why do you hurt yourself?
Loving and cherishing me is like using a knife.
I am begging you, please, don´t cut yourself.
Kenobi’s last attack had damaged his helmet, and Vader could feel his mask leaving his left face plate, falling from where his eye was.
Vader froze in his movement, trying desperately to take his breathing under control. His mask wasn’t damaged severely, but the cold air of this planet was unwelcoming.
Kenobi stopped advancing.
“Anakin,” Kenobi uttered, and Vader could feel something change in the Force.
His hatred for that Jedi gave him the strength to rise to his full height, shifting his gaze from the ground to look into his eyes.
O-Kenobi’s face was sorrowful.
Oh, how much Vader hated that face, how much he wished to eradicate that anguish from his eyes.
“Anakin is gone...” A-Vader breathed out. He didn’t talk for a moment, something taking away his ability to voice his words.
He knew that voice in the back of his head. Skywalker was trying to break from the prison of his own making. No matter, An-Vader was powerful enough to stop that fool from ever coming back.
“I am what remains.”
Ob-Kenobi’s mournful expression turned more pitiful as he whispered, “I am sorry… I am sorry, Anakin, for all of it.”
Ana-Vader wanted to laugh. Was Obi-Kenobi apologizing?
‘For what? Obi-wan is innocent; I did it, Vader. Don’t punish him for my own mistakes.’
“I am not your failure, Obi-wan,” Anak-Vader replied finally, still keeping his eyes on Obi-w-Kenobi.
“You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker.” Anaki-Vader continued while fighting not to stumble to the ground.
‘Obi-wan didn’t fail me, Vader. I, you, we failed. We have to stop.’
That stupid Skywalker was trying to take his victory from him, but Vader was stronger and mightier than Skywalker could ever dream of.
Obi-wa-Kenobi’s grief started disappearing as hope swam around the Force.
How disgusting.
‘Vader, we have to admit-’
‘Silence, Skywalker, you are just a figment of my stupid imagination. You don’t exist anymore. Only I remain. I, Darth Vader of the Sith.’
“I did. The same way, I will destroy you.” Vader declared, his voice’s volume rising as his anger grew.
The hope disappeared as sadness came. Vader hated what that sadness represented, but before he could charge at the Jedi, Kenobi opened his mouth.
“Then my friend is truly dead,” Kenobi whispered into the wind, “Goodbye, Darth.” And then he turned around and slowly moved away, disappearing from Vader’s view and leaving Vader in the darkness alone.