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Deviation

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Anakin watched his body burn on the pyre Luke had constructed. He gazed proudly upon his son and his daughter, and beside him, Obi-Wan seemed to have a smile stuck on his face. Yoda had wandered off just a moment after Luke turned away from them, back into the Force. Obi-Wan stirred next to Anakin, robes rustling.

“You came back,” the old man stated, and Anakin turned to him, sheepishly, guilt weighing him down.

“I... don’t have the words,” the former Sith said, looking down at his ghostly blue feet, “I’m so, so sorry, Master...”

“I forgave you long ago, my wayward Padawan, as have the others,” Obi-Wan placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “but, if you wish it, there is something you can do to make it up to everyone.”

“Anything,” Anakin breathed, which was a sensation he hadn’t experienced in decades, and was still a surprise, being dead and all, “I’ll do anything, Master.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan nodded, a peculiar shine in his eyes, “walk with me, Anakin. There is much to discuss.”

The Jedi Master lead his former Padawan away from the flames, out towards the dense forest of Endor.

“Anakin, the Force has shown me a way to go back in time,” Obi-Wan said plainly, as if it were an everyday type of thing.

“What?” Anakin’s jaw dropped, “Wait, how?”

“We can’t exactly go back and interfere directly, and it will not affect our own future,” Obi-Wan gave his former Padawan an amused look, “but we can warn our younger selves and save their timeline, through a vision.”

“I don’t know if that’ll work,” Anakin said, bitterly, “I mean, plenty of my own visions that turned out to be true were ignored.”

“That’s precisely the thing,” Obi-Wan nodded, “it cannot be a true seeing vision, at least, not at first.”

Anakin turned, giving his former Master a bewildered look.

“What I mean,” Obi-Wan smirked, “is we don’t show ourselves what will pass, visually, right off the bat. Too much could go wrong.”

“So... what do you suggest?” Anakin raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me, Anakin,” the Jedi Master folded his arms into his sleeves, “before anything else, what guides you?”

“The Force,” Anakin gave his standard reply, and Obi-Wan shook his head.

“Your heart, my Padawan.” The older man corrected, and Anakin’s shoulders came up to his ears.

“That’s not the way of the Jedi,” Anakin pointed out, and Obi-Wan shrugged.

“The way of the Jedi has been lost, many centuries ago.” Obi-Wan stopped walking, standing before a body of water. Anakin stared over the placid lake. The stars reflected on the mirror-like surface, twinkling beautifully. The noise of the celebration the two Jedi had walked away from was almost muted in the peaceful atmosphere.

“So, we’re going to send our emotions back to our younger selves, in a different timeline?” Anakin broke the silence, “How does that even work?”

“The Force works in mysterious ways, my Padawan.” Obi-Wan grinned mischievously, turning to face the Jedi Knight, “We must decide which moment was the beginning.”

“The beginning?” Anakin frowned, deep in thought, “Probably when we met? That’s really when everything started happening.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment, his brows furrowing as he grasped the right threads of the Force, “Let’s start, shall we?”