Still, the fight continued, even as the collection tower sank slowly into the lava. And still, neither man could gain an advantage.
	But that's not really true, Obi-Wan thought as he ducked and wove and parried.  Both he and Anakin felt the anguish of their need to kill the other.  But Anakin had turned to the dark side, and despair and pain strengthened the dark side.  It gave him an advantage Obi-Wan could not match.  Unless he let go of his own despair and let the living Force move him--the Force that bound all live things together, even Obi-Wan and this new deadly Anakin.
	It was hard.  It was, perhaps the hardest thing he had ever tried to do.  For in letting go of his anguish, his despair, and his pain, he would have to let go of the Anakin who was his student, his brother, and his dearest friend.  He'd have to admit that this time he could not save the man who had saved his life so many times, whose life he had saved at least as often.
	Ob-Wan couldn't do it.