We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
When life ends up breathtakingly f*****, you can generally trace it back to one big, bad decision. The one that sent you down the road to S***sburg.
You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
This will be a day long remembered. It has seen the end of Kenobi, and will soon see the end of the rebellion.