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I spent all these years as a guilty.
I felt responsible for what happened to him. I lived with a feeling that I killed him.
It was my failure.
It was my stupidity.
It was my ignorance that killed him.
I did it.
All those years I got eaten alive by the overwhelming guilt and an urge to say sorry. To him, to Padmé, to Luke and Leia. They could have got a father who was so compassionate. When I first met him, he was the most caring kid in the galaxy. How could he morph into something so malicious?
I failed him.
I did.
He could have got a better life, a better future. He could have utilized this life way better than I am doing. Moreover, he deserved to live.
He wasn't supposed to die at 22.
But... tonight. Transcending this feeling, another feeling has emerged.
After all those years of accusing myself, tonight, I truly miss him. For the first time. Not because I had a hand in his brutal death, but because, he was a good friend."
-Ben Kenobi, 13 BBY