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Shamed by Ewoks.
Ewoks bring the shame.
I maintain the prequels would have been far better if Obi-Wan had throughout the whole thing been seething with jealousy that Qui-Gonn liked Anakin better, and, having repeatedly engineered situations in which Anakin was placed in life-threatening danger/ surrounded by naked ladies just before Yoda visits (cue force-enhanced Brian Rix farce)/ inexplicably dragged up on Wookie night, finally loses patience, betrays the cock out of him and knocks him into a stream of molten lava. This seems psychologically far more convincing than "they were animals... and I killed them... like animals.... which is to say, on reflection, that I behaved in an entirely proportionate fashion. Cup of tea, anyone?" At which point the hapless and utterly naive Anakin finally realises that Obi-Wan is, essentially, a piece of shit as big as the Ritz, and in fear of his life makes a deal with Palpatine in which, in exchange for pricey medical attention and 24-hour protection from the nutter, he slaughters the Younglings. Also the Weaslies. Obi-Wan, finally realising that he has really fucked the pig this time, flees to Anakin's home planet to hide out, because he is a halfwit, and spends several decades feeling like an enormous wanker and trying not to watch the news.
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