Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
The words echoed within. Struck some sort of chord. Win or lose. Do or do not. There is no try.
Obi-Wan had been given visions of his own battles, the wars he had waged. The line between warrior and soldier was blurry. Sometimes he felt more like a killing machine, a mercenary, than anything else. He sliced through flesh like paper, blood spilled like water at his boots. Emotion was a weakness he was determined not to trifle with.
His weakness for the blonde woman that haunted so many of his dreams, the greatest weakness of all.