Obi-Wan breathes out, and tries to assess the problem at hand. He’s a general accustomed to strategising through large-scale battles — and this, in a way, is a battle. Arranging of pieces, examining assets, trying to figure out where to place the figures on the board while the Empire is already expanding and expanding.

But he is so, so tired. He’d stopped considering future plans much after Mustafar, instead simply finding himself focused on the day-to-day, hour by hour, trying to ensure these children and this woman stayed alive. He’s had trouble imagining a future for himself or for them, ever since.

“We could place them with some trusted allies under assumed names,” he says, slowly. Perhaps they’ll have to kill their pasts after all. Bail had offered as much, when they’d parted ways; he was one of the only people in the galaxy who knew where Obi-Wan was now, but they had understandably decided to wait and let Padmé make the call. It had been a plan broached in the early days, when they thought she might not make it.

But now that she’d pulled through the crisis point, he doubted if she’d actually want to let the children out of her sight. So he adds another offer: “Or we could move our group further into the Outer Rim. Somewhere they can’t find us, or them, or you. Whatever you choose, I’ll stay with you.”

Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to keep Anakin alive, which meant he was determined to correct for his mistake with these three.