EXT. LARS HOMESTEAD - COURTYARD - SUNSET
Descending from the sky, the Twilight comes in over the Lars homestead, touching down on the ground just beyond the outlying moisture vaporators. Once the freighter is firmly down on terra firma, the hatch pops open and lowers, allowing the Larses and Whitesuns to climb out into the open air.
BERU: (puts her arm around Nellith's shoulder) It'll be nice to have a good, long shower again, won't it, Mom?
NELLITH: (laughs lightly) I'd settle for a tall, cool glass of bantha milk.
Stepping up behind the two girls, Anakin places his hands on their shoulders.
ANAKIN: (grins) I think both can be arranged.
Together, the Larses walk off toward the homestead, leaving Obi-Wan and Owen alone together by the Twilight.
OWEN: How long have you known Anakin was ... (trails off)
OBI-WAN: Like me?
Owen nods.
OBI-WAN: (cont'd) I knew almost immediately.
OWEN: When did you tell him?
OBI-WAN: After Mir's funeral.
OWEN: Why?
OBI-WAN: (runs a hand through his hair) I don't know.
OWEN: (cocks an eyebrow) You don't know?
OBI-WAN: I honestly don't know why I told him. (beat) I regretted it as soon as it was done.
OWEN: But what's done is done.
OBI-WAN: (puts his hands on Owen's shoulder) Owen, nothing has to change.
OWEN: (smirks) I know Nik too well to believe that, Ben. (beat) Now that you've opened his eyes to a greater universe, he won't be content staying here as a moisture farmer. (beat) He's like you in that regard.
OBI-WAN: I can't train him, Owen. You know that.
OWEN: But you can take him to someone who can, can't you? (beat) Just do me one favour.
OBI-WAN: What is it?
OWEN: Don't get him mixed up in the war. Take him to Yoda's planet or wherever, just don't get him involved with the war. (beat) He's my best friend -- I don't want him getting killed or harvested fighting those goddamn whitefaces. Do you understand me?
OBI-WAN: I understand, Owen, and I won't pressure him to join the fight. You have to understand, though, that if Anakin chooses to join of his own free will, I can't stop him.
OWEN: Just take him as far away from the war as possible. (turns to look after Anakin with the women in the distance) God willing, the war'll be over by the time any damn fool notions of defending the galaxy from the Clonemasters enter his head.