EXT. TATOOINE - WHITESUN HOMESTEAD - GRAVESITE - SUNSET
Obi-Wan, Owen, Anakin, Nellith, and Beru stand before a freshly-buried grave, the simple tombstone placed at the head of it identifying the occupant as Mir Whitesun. The faces of all five mourners, in sharp contrast to the beautiful fiery light of the setting suns, are grim and dark.
NELLITH: (cont'd) When I came to Tatooine, I didn't think I'd ever be able to find love again. But then I met you, and you awoke something in me that I thought I'd lost forever. You were the most loving husband a woman could have, Mir, and I thank you. (beat) Until God reunites us, my love, goodbye.
Eyes tearful but with a slight smile of fondly remembered memories on her lips, Nellith walks up to the gravestone. Kissing the tips of her fingers, she presses them on the warm stone. As a tear falls from her eye onto the fresh earth of the plot, the handsome magenta-haired woman returns to her side by her daughter.
Leaving the others, Anakin walks up to the grave, and kneels down on one leg before it.
ANAKIN: I'm sorry, Dad -- I'm sorry I couldn't save you. Maybe if I'd been here, I could have stopped them or distracted them somehow, given you and poor Jira the chance to escape. (beat) You may not have been my biological father, but you were always there to love and support me, to teach me wrong from right, and I'll never forget you. (beat) I don't know how, Dad, but I'll find a way to give your death meaning. I won't let you be forgotten.
With that, Anakin's speech and the funeral both come to an end. Silently, the members of the Lars and Whitesun family move off towards their landspeeder. Only Ben remains behind, looking upon the grave with deep contemplation. Owen, noticing his brother lagging behind, leaves the others to join him.
OWEN: What is it?
OBI-WAN: I never knew Mir Whitesun all that well, but I know what it means to lose a loved one to senseless violence. (beat) Perhaps time can heal all wounds, but the scars'll never go away.
Hearing these words, Owen can't help but to laugh sardonically.
OBI-WAN: (frowns) What is so funny?
OWEN: I'm sorry, it's not funny, but I'd built you Jedi up to be these aloof, demi-godlike lobotomy patients. It's strange to see that you're human after all.
OBI-WAN: Jedi may be able to touch the Force, but that doesn't change our fundamental natures. We're as prone to human virtues -- and failings -- as any other man. (beat) What is going to happen with Nellith and Anakin?
OWEN: There's nowhere else for them to go, so they'll stay with Beru and me. As for the farm, I suppose we'll sell it -- I certainly can't run it, not without some hired help, and for that, I'd need to bring in a greater profit than I'm getting at the moment. (beat) You never got around to telling me how you paid Watto off. How'd you manage to accomplish a minor miracle like that?
OBI-WAN: I gave him a corusca gem.
OWEN: (Astonished) A corusca gem!? Where in God's name did you get your paws on a corusca gem?!
OBI-WAN: It was a gift from Amidala Naberrie, the Princess of Nabu. We'd ... formed a bond of sorts during my time stationed there, so when it came time for us to part ways, she gave it to me.
OWEN: Why didn't you stay there, with her?
OBI-WAN: The worlds of a Jedi Knight and a queen-to-be are worlds apart -- we couldn't have made it work, not in the long run. (beat) The gem was her way of keeping us together; if we couldn't be one in the flesh, we could in spirit.
OWEN: Obi-Wan, I'm sorry. (beat) What are you going to do now? Are you going back to Yoda?
OBI-WAN: I tried that, but he couldn't help me. (beat) I suppose I'll just drift around from place-to-place until I find what I'm looking for.
OWEN: Ben ...
OBI-WAN: Yes?
OWEN: I suppose with Anakin and Nellith helping us, Beru and I can start getting ahead. But it'll be a while before they get over this. Why don't you stay with us awhile -- at least until they're back on their feet again.
Turning to regard Owen, Obi-Wan gives him the first truly happy smile he's had to give in a long time.
BEN: I left you alone once, and look where it got you. It seems you can't make anything work without your big brother around to help you out.
Grinning broadly, Owen uses one hand to trap Ben in a headlock, using the other to give the Jedi a vigorous noogie. Laughing broadly, the two brothers go off together to join the others at the speeder.
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - DINING ROOM - EVENING
The combined families of the Larses and Whitesuns sit together around a dining table, finishing off a modest supper.
OBI-WAN: (to Beru) That was a delicious meal, Beru. My compliments to the chef.
ANAKIN: Yeah, sis -- excellent meal, like always.
BERU: (beaming) Thanks.
Once the food has been cleared from their plates, Nellith stands up and begins to collect the used dishes.
BERU: Mom, let me do that.
OWEN: Yes, please sit down. We'll take care of it.
NELLITH: Oh, shush. You don't want to make me feel like a freeloader, do you?
OWEN: Don't say that, Nellith. You're family and a part of the household now.
NELLITH: Still, just this one time, I want to do it. I've got to. To --
The death of her husband still painfully fresh in her mind and heart, Nellith starts to cry again. Standing up, Anakin goes to assist her, taking the plates and utensils from her arms.
ANAKIN: We'll take care of the dishes, Mom. You go to bed.
NELLITH: (wipes tears away) Alright, Ani, alright. (kisses Nik on the cheek) Goodnight.
ANAKIN: (Returns her kiss) Goodnight, Mom.
Once Nellith has given her farewells to each of the others in the room and leaves, all four of them proceed to collect the dishes and tidy the table up.
EXT. LARS HOMESTEAD - COURTYARD - EVENING
Sometime later, Obi-Wan sits upon the ground outside the homestead, his legs crossed and his back turned to the entrance. His eyes closed, his face is tranquil, without burden. Sitting there, he doesn't seem to notice as Anakin silently steps outside, crossing his arms across his chest as he leans back against the stone entrance to look upon the Jedi.
OBI-WAN: (opens his eyes) Hello, Anakin.
ANAKIN: (smirks) You heard me?
OBI-WAN: (rises to his feet and turns to face Anakin) Not exactly, no.
ANAKIN: I like going outside at night when I want to get away from things, too. With the stars and moons out so bright, it helps to make me feel like I'm in tune with something larger -- nature, I guess. The whole universe, even.
OBI-WAN: I know what you mean, Anakin, perfectly. (beat) Did you want something?
ANAKIN: What are you?
OBI-WAN: (frowns) Pardon?
ANAKIN: What are you, exactly? A cyborg? A spice junkie? I saw how you dealt with Sebulba and Craetorius -- no normal human can do what you did.
OBI-WAN: (laughs) I'm no cyborg, Anakin, and I've never touched a single gram of spice in my life. What you saw was perfectly natural.
ANAKIN: (shakes his head) Don't give me that. Maybe if you were an alien or some kind of evolved near-human, I could buy into it, but you're as normal as I am. (beat) Wait a minute -- are you telling me that you've received genetic enhancements? I guess that could be considered natural from a certain point of view, but --
OBI-WAN: No genetic enhancements, Anakin. What I have is something I was born with.
ANAKIN: You're a mutant, then!
OBI-WAN: (sighs) Have you ever heard of the Jedi, Anakin?
ANAKIN: (shakes his head) I don't think so.
OBI-WAN: You told me that when you go out to stare at the stars, you feel like you're in touch with the universe.
ANAKIN: Yes, so?
OBI-WAN: I am in touch with the universe, Anakin. Not figuratively, but literally -- through the Force.
ANAKIN: Force?
OBI-WAN: The Force is the soul of the universe, an energy field which generates -- and is generated from -- all life. It surrounds us, permeates us, and binds us together.
ANAKIN: (smirks) You're talking about hokey religious stuff.
OBI-WAN: (shrugs) If that's what you want to call it.
ANAKIN: (rolls his eyes) Get real.
OBI-WAN: Anakin, hold out your hand.
ANAKIN: (confused) What?
OBI-WAN: Just hold out your hand, like this.
The Jedi, holds up his hand, fingers out and palm facing outward. Tentatively, Nik mimes his gesture.
OBI-WAN: Now close your eyes and empty your mind.
ANAKIN: What --
OBI-WAN: Just do it, Anakin. (beat) Close your eyes, empty your mind, place yourself in the state that brings you in touch with the greater reality surrounding you.
Shrugging, the boy does what is asked of him. Smiling with contentment, Obi-Wan brings his hand up close to Anakin's until they almost -- but not quite -- touch. He then closes his eyes, returning to the meditative trance he was in earlier.
Standing there together, eyes both closed and hands nearly touching, nothing seems to be happening; all is still and silent. As the seconds pass, though, something non-visual begins to happen. Nik's brow first furrows, then his head tilts as if in search of the source of some unheard sound. Finally, his eyes shoot open and he exhales loudly.
ANAKIN: (amazed) What the hell was that?!
OBI-WAN: What do you think?
ANAKIN: (shakes himself as if cold) The Force?
OBI-WAN: (nods) All life is born with a connection to the Force, but only some of us are gifted with the potential to actively perceive and touch it. You and I are among those few.
ANAKIN: And you knew I was like you?
OBI-WAN: (nods) I sensed you were strong with the Force from the moment we met.
ANAKIN: But I've never --
OBI-WAN: Force-sensitivity is inherent but not immediately apparent. It takes time and effort to hone your connection with the Force and harness the powers it can give you.
ANAKIN: Powers like parrying blaster bolts and speaking in multiple voices at once?
OBI-WAN: Among many others. (beat) Too many others.
His expression growing suddenly grave, Ben ends the conversation there. Silently, the Jedi walks past Nik on his way back inside. Anakin quickly reaches out, grabbing him by the shoulder.
ANAKIN: You can teach me, can't you?
OBI-WAN: (brushes his hand off) No.
ANAKIN: (frowns) Why not?
OBI-WAN: It's not my place. I'm no teacher, Anakin.
ANAKIN: If you've told me this much, then you can tell me more!
OBI-WAN: (shakes his head) Just forget I said anything.
ANAKIN: (angry) Forget!? You can't just open my eyes and expect me to forget sight and colour!
OBI-WAN: As someone who has seen far more than you ever have and -- God willing -- ever will, believe me when I say that sight and colour are not all they're cracked up to be.