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Obi-Wan was surprised when the guards left him alone. Maintaining a blandly pleasant expression, even after they left, he looked around the large, empty room. He couldn’t ascertain whether or not there were cameras monitoring him. The Force inhibitors encircling his wrists muffled the world around him and Obi-Wan quietly despaired over whether he would ever get feel its comfort again.

But Anakin had found Obi-Wan and with a voice thick with equal parts rage and satisfaction, told him that he’d collected his son. At that, Obi-Wan surrendered his saber and allowed the Force inhibitors to be shackled on his wrists, unwilling to abandon Luke to his poisonous father.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment. His encounter with Anakin had been brief but devastating. He hadn’t expected Anakin to be whole and hearty; his face free of scars, his hair as thick as it had ever been. It was as if Mustafar had only been a bad dream. Obi-Wan didn’t know what dark Forces went into recreating Anakin’s body. He couldn’t imagine that kind of twisted power.

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