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Obi-Wan heard the rocks before he saw them.
They scraped against one another with a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the sudden silence, shifting as the Force gathered around him. Dust drifted through the air , settling over shattered stone and scorched earth until the entire valley disappeared beneath a thin grey haze. Somewhere beyond it, Vader's respirator continued its steady rhythm, measured and unhurried.
Obi-Wan remained on one knee.
His lightsaber still rested in his hand, though the grip felt unfamiliar beneath fingers that had begun to tremble from exhaustion rather than fear. Every breath burned. His left shoulder protested the moment he tried to straighten, and something lower down, perhaps a bruised rib or perhaps several, reminded him sharply that he was no longer the young Knight who had once fought through entire battalions without stopping to consider what his body thought of the matter.
Age had a curious way of announcing itself..
A stiffness that lingered longer than it used to. A recovery that required patience instead of determination. A moment, somewhere in the middle of a duel, when experience compensated for speed because speed no longer arrived as easily as it once had.
He accepted that, in fact he had accepted it years ago.
What he had not accepted, what he suspected he never truly would, was the man standing somewhere beyond the settling dust.
Anakin had always moved before he thought.
Vader did not.
The distinction, Obi-Wan had learned, made him infinitely more dangerous.
The rocks shifted again.
He could feel the pressure building long before he saw it. It gathered not in one place but everywhere at once, surrounding him from every direction until the Force itself seemed to grow heavy. Vader had never lacked power. During the Clone Wars there had been moments when Obi-Wan had watched his former Padawan pull starfighters from the sky or hold collapsing buildings together long enough for civilians to escape, and even then he had understood that Anakin possessed a connection to the Force unlike anything he had witnessed before.
Power had never been the problem.
It was the control of said power and Vader had found it.
The realization settled uneasily in Obi-Wan's mind.
He pushed himself to his feet with the movement costing more effort than he cared to admit.
Dust clung to his robes. Blood trickled from a cut near his temple, disappearing into the beard that had grown considerably greyer since the last time he and Anakin had stood face to face. Somewhere behind him, broken machinery crackled weakly before falling silent once again.
For several heartbeats neither of them moved.
Then the dust parted.
Vader emerged slowly, black armor almost blending into the smoke that drifted around him. His lightsaber remained ignited, the crimson blade casting restless light across the ruined landscape as he advanced with the same relentless patience that had come to define him. There was no hurry in his movements. No anger visible from behind the mask. Only certainty.
Obi-Wan found himself studying him almost despite himself.
The stance had changed but it was subtle.
Years ago Anakin had always carried too much weight on his front foot, eager to press every advantage before it properly existed. Obi-Wan had corrected him countless times during training, usually to no lasting effect. Now the balance was different. It wasn’t more measured and economical. Vader wasted nothing. Not movement or breath. And certainly not the opportunity.
He wondered, briefly, whether he should feel proud of that.
The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it had come.
"You should have remained buried," Vader said.
The words echoed across the valley.
Obi-Wan didn’t answer immediately.
He had spent years imagining this conversation. During long nights on Tatooine, when sleep refused to come and memory proved more persistent than exhaustion, he had often wondered what he might say if he ever saw Anakin again. There had been apologies. Explanations. Anger. Hope.
Standing here now...
None of them seemed particularly useful.
"I tried." His own voice sounded rougher than he expected.
"It seems the Force had other plans."
Vader continued walking.
"You speak of the Force as though it still serves you."
"It doesn't serve either of us."
For just a moment, Vader stopped.
The silence stretched between them, broken only by the wind moving through shattered stone. Obi-Wan recognized it for what it was. Not hesitation. Consideration. Vader still listened before deciding whether words deserved an answer.
"You still believe there is purpose in what happened."
"No , I believe there is purpose in what we choose next."
The helmet tilted almost imperceptibly.
"There is nothing left to choose."
Obi-Wan looked at him for a long moment.
He wished, not for the first time, that he could see Anakin's face. It wasn’t like he expected to find the man he remembered. But he wanted to know whether anything remained behind the mask besides hatred.
"I don't believe that."
Something changed.
It was small enough that another opponent might have missed it. The shift in Vader's shoulders. The tightening of his grip around the lightsaber. Obi-Wan had known Anakin too long not to recognize restrained anger, no matter what form it chose to wear.
"You always did," Vader said quietly.
The words carried something almost unfamiliar.
Obi-Wan couldn’t decide whether it was contempt , weariness or something else.
"And you were always wrong."
The Force moved before either of them did.
Stone erupted from the ground between them, great slabs of fractured rock hurled forward with impossible speed. Obi-Wan raised his blade on instinct, cutting through the first two pieces before throwing himself aside as a third crashed into the place where he had stood only moments before. The impact shook the ground beneath his boots. Dust exploded outward once again, swallowing the valley in a choking cloud.
Vader advanced through it.
Obi-Wan met him head-on.
Their lightsabers collided with a crack that echoed across the valley, blue and red light spilling across the rocks between them. The impact travelled up Obi-Wan's arm immediately, his shoulder protesting as he turned the blow aside and stepped back onto uneven ground. Vader followed without hesitation. There was no flourish to his attacks, none of the reckless aggression that had once defined Anakin's lightsaber form. Every strike had a purpose. Every movement forced Obi-Wan exactly where Vader wanted him to be.
It was strange.
For years Obi-Wan had relied upon Anakin's impatience. He knew the younger man would overextend eventually. He always had. One reckless swing. One unnecessary risk. One moment where emotion overtook discipline.
That moment never came.
Vader fought as though he had spent the last ten years removing every weakness Obi-Wan had once known how to exploit.
Their blades locked.
For a heartbeat they stood almost motionless, faces only inches apart. Behind the black lenses of the mask there was nothing to read.
Obi-Wan searched anyway. Old habits had always been difficult to break.
Vader forced him backwards.
Stone crumbled beneath Obi-Wan's boots as he regained his footing just in time to avoid another strike aimed at his shoulder. He answered with a quick series of cuts that once would have driven Anakin onto the defensive. Instead Vader caught each one with infuriating precision before twisting his wrist sharply enough that Obi-Wan was forced to disengage entirely.
He was adapting.
No...
He already had.
The realization arrived with uncomfortable clarity. Obi-Wan had spent years remembering the man Anakin Skywalker had been. Vader had spent those same years becoming someone else.
The Force surged around them again.
Rocks splintered.
The ground shook violently beneath Obi-Wan's feet as boulders tore themselves free from the cliffside. He reached out instinctively, throwing several aside before they could crush him beneath their weight. More followed immediately. Larger. Faster. He caught one. Then another. A third clipped his shoulder hard enough to send him stumbling several steps before he regained his balance.
His breathing had become ragged.
He could hear it now.
He disliked that.
During the war he had prided himself on remaining calm no matter the circumstances. Even when everything around him descended into chaos, there had always been a quiet place somewhere inside himself where the Force remained steady.
Finding that place now required effort. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments.
Leia.
The image appeared so suddenly it almost startled him.
She was standing exactly as she had outside the transport, chin lifted in stubborn defiance despite everything she had endured. So much courage in someone so young.
Then Luke.
Looking toward the horizon with that same impossible certainty that tomorrow would always hold another adventure.
The children, they were the reason. It wasn’t the Order like what Vader might have expected. It wasn’t the past either.
It was the future.
The fear that had followed him since Mustafar, since Tatooine, since the moment he had first seen Vader alive again, loosened its grip just enough for him to breathe.
He opened his eyes.
Vader was already moving. Obi-Wan stepped forward instead of back. For the first time since the duel had begun, he dictated the pace. Blue light flashed between them.
One strike.
Then another.
Vader gave ground.
Only a step.
But he gave it.
Obi-Wan pressed the advantage, his movements becoming quicker as confidence returned. The Force flowed through him with a familiarity he had feared lost forever. The years on Tatooine had not taken it from him after all. They had only buried it beneath grief.
His blade glanced across Vader's shoulder plate.
Sparks erupted.
A second strike followed almost immediately, forcing Vader to turn sharply enough that fragments of scorched armour broke free and disappeared into the dust.
For one impossible moment Obi-Wan thought he had him.
But then Vader changed. He stopped retreating. Obi-Wan barely had time to recognise it before Vader abandoned the exchange of blades altogether.
The Force slammed into him with the impact lifting him clean off his feet. His back struck the cliff face with enough force to drive the air from his lungs before he hit the ground hard, his lightsaber skidding several meters away across broken stone.
Pain arrived a heartbeat later. Obi-Wan saw his vision starting to blur. He reached instinctively toward his weapon. It slid several centimetres...
Then stopped.
Vader's hand closed around the hilt first.
Silence settled over the valley. Obi-Wan remained where he had fallen, one hand pressed against the ground as he struggled to draw a full breath. His body refused to cooperate. Every attempt to push himself upright sent another sharp ache through his ribs.
Slowly Vader started approaching . Blue and green lights from damaged machinery flickered weakly across the black armour as he came to a stop only a few feet away.
Obi-Wan looked up.
This was it.
He had imagined this moment often enough over the years. He had always known that if they met again, one of them might not leave. He found, rather unexpectedly, that he was at peace with that.
Luke would be safe.
Leia would be safe.
The future no longer depended on him alone. He let out a slow breath.
He saw Vader ignited Obi-Wan's , his own , lightsaber. The familiar blue blade cast pale light across both of them. For a long moment neither man moved.
Then Vader extinguished it.
Behind them, stormtroopers finally reached the valley floor.
"My Lord?"
The officer sounded uncertain. Vader didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on Obi-Wan. When he finally spoke, his voice was as calm as it had been at the beginning of the duel.
"Take him."
The officer hesitated.
"...Alive."
The single word echoed far louder than the order itself. Obi-Wan frowned despite the pain.
Alive?
For the first time since the duel had begun...
He no longer understood what was happening.