The always insightful Becca Benjamin brings us another thoughtful blog to the rich, creamy brew that is Coffee With Kenobi.
Throughout those years of solitude on Tatooine, I can’t imagine him not replaying those last moments on Mustafar and Polis Massa. The guilt, the defeat, both personal and unprejudiced had to be far greater than anything we can comprehend. Not saying I haven’t encountered either myself, but something on Obi-Wan’s magnitude of such galactic proportions, is highly unlikely.
Watching Luke, from a distance had to be disjointedly painful. No contact with the son of your best friend, the man you left dismembered and maimed to burn in his own idiosyncratic Hell. Yeah, how does one go on living….if you can call that living?
