Yoda and Mace exchanged glances, both thoughtfully grim. Obi-Wan guessed they were remembering the times Anakin had violated orders–the times he had put at risk entire operations, the lives of thousands, the control of whole planetary systems–to save a friend.
More than once, in fact, to save Obi-Wan.
“I think,” Obi-Wan said carefully, “that abstractions like peace don’t mean much to him. He’s loyal to people, not to principles. And he expects loyalty in return. He will stop at nothing to save me, for example, because he thinks I would do the same for him.”
Mace and Yoda gazed at him steadily, and Obi-Wan had to lower his head.
“Because,” he admitted reluctantly, “he knows I would do the same for him.”
For a moment she said nothing, but as his footsteps receded she said, “Obi-Wan?”
She heard him stop.
“You love him too, don’t you?”
When he didn’t answer, she turned to look. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of buff carpeting.
“You do. You love him.”
He lowered his head. He looked very alone.
“Please do what you can to help him,” he said, and left.