AN:if no one else gon write stuff bout ObiWan with bb twins I'll have a go at it, dammit, heh.

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We were so deluded, he thinks. So proud in that delusion.

Jedi, unattached? He might have thought himself devoid of attachments five years, two, even a month ago; but everything has been torn away and the place they were rooted still bleeds now. No attachments? He has held these children in his arms for five minutes, Padme's body is still warm on the medical table, and he rejects the Jedi's delusions and any denial of his attachment.

"Split up, they should be. Safer, it is."

Split up? All they have had is each other for nine months: the two creatures in his arms feel more like one to a gentle brush in the force. Might as well say a person's attachment to their own limbs is wrong and they should be divided from them.

"I will take them to Tatooine," he says. "An...he would avoid that place. Most people do. It will be isolated, safe from informants and databases." He can see the path ahead of him even as he speaks. He has never felt so woven in both the present and future. "I can reach out to Shmi's stepchildren, Padme has spoken well of them. While the children are very young I can shield them myself, and later they can be taught to protect their own minds. If Palpatine's Empire should stretch as far as the Outer Rim in the future we can move on."

There are objections at first, and none of them move him even an inch. He is calm, courteous, implacable. He has been master and councilmember and general and won many battles he believed in less than this. Concentrate on the here and now, his own Master's voice whispers, and he anchors himself to the children, to Anakin's children, and will not be moved.