I've been thinking. What if Anakin died on Mustafar. The Jedi, desperate to defeat Palpatine, do the unthinkable: they make a clone. Same face, same Force presence, same impossible power.
They give him to Obi-Wan and tell him to try again.
The boy grows up. He is Anakin in every way that matters—the stubbornness, the impulsiveness, the way he fights, the way he laughs, the way he attaches himself to Obi-Wan like Obi-Wan is the only solid thing in existence.
The boy has all of Anakin's surface but none of their history. He doesn't know any of the inside jokes. Doesn't know what their years together meant.
And Obi-Wan, who spent years convincing himself he had failed, promises himself he won't make the same mistakes.
Instead, he makes entirely new ones. Worse ones.
(Because this time he knows exactly how much he loves Anakin, and he doesn't even try to hide it.)
Kirlena really enjoys seeing Obi-Wan suffer, and I love it.
