Obi-Wan raised a hand, interrupting Kanan’s words. “Please. I am no longer your master. The Jedi Order has ended. Just call me… Ben.”
Kanan nodded. “Alright, Ben. But the Jedi Order has not ended. I am still alive. Ezra, my Padawan, is still alive.”
Ben fell silent for a moment. He picked up a small branch, and threw it into the campfire.
“It has ended, Kanan,” the old Jedi replied after taking a deep breath. “It ended when we joined the Clone Wars. Now, it is no more than just a legend. A history. Being rewritten by the victor.”
The two Jedi sat there in silence.
“It is good that you keep the Order’s tradition alive. But that time has passed, Kanan. And,” Obi-Wan glanced at a green female Twi'lek approaching them. “I see you have even started to set down a new tradition.”
Without turning around, Kanan ‘saw’ Hera approaching, through the Force. “I… I may have violated–”
Obi-Wan raised his hand again, “As I just said, that time has passed. We had been so insistent on trying to keep the purity of the light, we boxed the light instead and casted a shadow of darkness to the galaxy. It is now up to you to write a new chapter. A balanced one, to allow the light to shine throughout the universe.”
“Kanan, we have to go,” Hera’s sweet voice, the thing that first caused the younger Jedi to fall head over heels, ring beautifully in Kanan’s ears.
Kanan and Obi-Wan rose, and shook hands. “Thank you, Ben. I hope I can live up to your expectations.”
“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan offered.
As the old hermit watched Kanan and Hera left for the Phantom II, he whispered, “And may the Force kept you from doing the same mistake I did…”
Obi-Wan sat down again. Though he understood he couldn’t change the past, he sometimes still wished he could go back and say, “I love you, Satine, and I’ll be with you until death do us part.”