I?m not his father. This statement is not meant as a slight towards him, for if it had ever been possible to be anything like a father to Obi-Wan Kenobi, then I would have gladly claimed him. But that was not to happen. I am his Master, his mentor, a man commissioned to refine him into a weapon. For a weapon he?ll be. Whether it is his tongue or his lightsaber, he will wield both for the cause of the light. A means of severance of shadows and misbegotten deeds. At fourteen he has already left behind the things of childhood. When tears come, for they inevitably do, a father would brush them away, I tell him there is no time. When he has done well, exceptional, I cannot praise his good work, I must advance it. I cannot allow him to be less then anything greater than he is. I am harsh on him now so when the boy steps out into the galaxy he is not beaten on the way side. A father will protect, be there to stand against the darkness. I will not always be there. I instill in him everything that I am and cringe at the inadequacy. Though, I am not his father, I have a father?s love. Of course, it is difficult, for I lead him into the very things that all men shield their children from. I call him to not only face the darkness of his fears and that of this galaxy, but to fight them and stand as a guardian against those weaker then him. This path he has chosen. Instead of being his strength, I will give him mine. Instead of chasing his fears, I will give him the power to chase them. Instead of being his father, I will be his Master. I?m not his father, but he is my son.