Ask Naboo Unanswered

[Talak Rand]

Talak had intended to leave the Jedi behind altogether and start on his own without bonds, restraints, or allies. He'd traveled to Nar Shaddaa to enact a terrible action against the Sith and their kind, and his mind had taken him to the darkest places he'd been in many years.

And yet he couldn't follow through. Perhaps it was because of Trys or perhaps it was because he simply didn't long to return to the life he had had before. He'd pulled the old paintings free of the room aboard the Nomad and remembered what it had been like. He thought of those he had lost and turned to darkness. He thought of his legacy within the Sith and the galaxy and all the harm he had done, and ultimately it led him here.

This was the same location he had met Lilith when he'd chosen to defect from the Sith all those years ago. It was isolated and peaceful. There was a small cliff in front of him and ahead, across the small valley, was a waterfall. It never changed, and it was an uncharacteristically relaxing place. Perhaps that was why he'd chosen to return here.

That and it was an ideal place to meet in peace. There was no risk of interruption, and that was just as well. Talak awaited Max's arrival and would have preferred not to see anyone in the meantime. He let the sounds of the birds and the water take him as he waited, searching his own thoughts for answers to the questions that he had.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Of all the places to meet, Max was less enthused about Naboo than Talak probably was. The place hadn't been friendly to him the last time he had been there though he understood it had been a chase of circumstances making that so. Still, it was a beautiful enough planet that he could forget about his last visit with just a short walk in the peaceful countryside.

He had parked his ship up on the outskirts of the city closest to where Talak had asked him to meet before taking a speeder bike out to meet his friend. Why they were meeting up in isolation? Max didn't know but that was for one simple reason; he didn't ask.

Instead he parked up the speeder bike, dismounted, and headed over to where he could sense Talak's presence. He wandered over at a leisurely pace, knowing Talak could sense him and would know who he was. That way he would avoid a blaster bolt to the face or a saber across his neck he hoped.

Spotting Talak visually, Max would smile a little bit and wave to his friend with his right hand. The obviously metallic replacement parts shined in the sun but Max had long since gotten used to it all. Standing a couple feet away from Talak, he stared out at the scenary.

In silence.

Talak had called him here and Talak didn't call people unless he had a reason, so he was just there to listen.

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak continued to look out at the water until Max was right next to him. He'd sensed the other man, and marveled at the fact that - yet again - he'd not even asked what this was about. Last time Talak had asked him for help he'd lost a chunk of his arm.

Thanks for coming, he said, turning to look at the other man. He motioned to another boulder nearby in case Max wanted to sit. He also grabbed a bottle of wine that he'd brought with him and two cups that were comically not for wine. He'd always had a taste for fine wines and offered a cup to Max.

Before the Jedi, you were in law enforcement, right? he asked. That was about the extent of what he knew about Max before. He was curious to learn more.

Did you like it? Why did you do it? he asked, taking a drink of his own wine.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max just smiled a little bit and accepted the cup before sitting down against the boulder that Talak had pointed out to him. He gratefully accepted both the seat and the wine, relaxing against the stone with a wordless sigh of relief. Chuckling a little bit, he patted his knee.

"Thanks for having seating waiting." he joked brightly, "My knees aren't built for long, meaningful, hours of standing before sunsets anymore. I'm too old for that these days."

He took a sip of his wine, finding it good but his own taste in wine was... poor. Lilith had assured him that his own taste in wine was lacking when she had scoffed at what he thought was a good vintage. Of course he barely knew more than 'red, white or rose' when it came to wine so it was, perhaps, expected.

That they were talking about him was surprising; he never hid anything about his past but he knew people tended to forget that he was old enough as a Padawan to have had a life before the Jedi.

"I was a cop in the Tion Cluster, yeah." he admitted with a smaller smile than before, "Did I enjoy it...? Parts of it. Where I was made it hard."

He took a sip of his wine.

"Corruption was the norm. Not taking a bribe was seen as far worse than taking one. But I stuck it out for years; did my best and fought the good fight." Max just smiled slightly wider, his gaze locking with Talak's own for a moment, "Because if I couldn't? If I wouldn't? Then... why would anyone else? So I planted myself and when they told me to look the other way or when they told me to do away with someone inconvenient to their 'truth'? I said no."

What it had cost him was a life... his entire old life lost to him because he had made so many enemies by saying 'no' in the face of what he had seen to be evil.

"What were you, Talak? Before?"

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak sipped and listened, alternating between looking at the Jedi and the waterfall ahead. That wasn't the story he'd expected to hear. So much corruption within the Tion Security Force or whatever they were called was unexpected and a shame. And yet, some of the things Max said seemed to resonate with what he'd always said as a Sith.

When the question came about what Talak had been before the Jedi, he cast a side eye at the other man and almost said something snarky. But he reminded himself that Max had literally flown across the galaxy to talk to him, so he could probably respond a little bit better than that.

I doubt it takes a Jedi Master to connect that I was a Sith, he said honestly. Although his identity as the Arcanist wasn't known, it wasn't exactly a secret that he'd been a Sith or at least a dark sider. Perhaps he should tell Max outright that he'd been the Arcanist. It would deter him from making any more... brash decisions.

Even as a Sith I tried to fight to make the galaxy better, he said. They could have debated his means to no end, and he had yet to be convinced that they were all wrong. Perhaps that was why he was here now. He wanted someone to convince him that he was wrong.

I know, hard to believe, he said. He paused a moment, letting his mind sink into thought about all that had brought him here.

So what does it mean to you to be a Jedi? How's it different than what you used to do? he asked. And that, at its core, was the other part of the issue. For all his time as a Jedi, Talak still wasn't really a Jedi. He was still trying to figure out what that even meant. Trys had once told him that he treated everything as a means to an end, even the Jedi, but that wasn't something he knew if he'd ever manage to overcome. It was ingrained into who he was.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

No it didn’t take much to know that Talak had brushed with the Dark Side before he joined the Jedi Order. Max had been able to tell the first time he met him and several times after; it loomed over the younger man at times. After Sullust it had clung to him like a disease and it was hard to see if it was a lingering sensation from when they were there or if it was from the man himself.

Seemed it was a bit of both and he was still struggling with it now. But Max had known that but he had stilled asked.

“I don’t deal in rumours and suspicions.” He told Talak with a shrug, “And until you told me yourself? That was all it was ever going to be.”

Max had heard whispers and he had listened but he hadn’t let them change his mind about Talak. To him, the young man had had his troubles and made the decision to try and be better; and it was that last part that he cared about. When he mentioned wanting to do what was best for the Galaxy even as a Sith, Max couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

Did he doubt it?

“Not at all surprising, Talak – much as some in the Galaxy might believe it, I know that most Sith don’t do things for the sheer thrill of it. Each sentient in the Galaxy is the protagonist of their own story and, by default, the Good Guy.” He smiled a little bit wider, “Just some of us do our best to make it a collaborative experience; and others do not.”

Collaborative living – a Galaxy that was allowed to live according to its own whims, according to the hopes and dreams of it’s people. What Max thought of as the ideal. A Galaxy where the Light of Life was bright in the Force and Balanced in it’s wonder. He laughed a little bit and took another drink of the wine.

“Tackling all the big questions today aren’t we?” he joked, taking another drink of wine, “What does it mean to be a Jedi to me… I imagine this is why the conversation requires wine?”

His smile dimmed somewhat.

“The easy answer? Being a Jedi isn’t different to my last job. Protecting the innocent from those who would harm them. Not standing by and allowing evil to go unpunished.” His smile grew slightly, “But that answer is a cop-out. Being a Jedi is VASTLY different to my last job because being a Jedi means not only protecting the innocent but also helping them live their lives. Life is what you protect; not a nation or an alliance or laws. You protect Life and the right of every sentient being to live that Life how they choose, free from control by others.”

Max was quiet for a moment before taking another drink of wine.

“Being a Jedi, to me, is about being able to accept that we protect and guide without ever taking control. Guardians… not kings.”

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak considered the words that Max said. Each one of the words he used was evaluated, and Talak knew that it was no accident that he had picked the terms he used. A collaborative experience? That was part of the problem, wasn't it? He didn't play well with others. Ultimately, Talak knew he was a very selfish person in many ways.

Talak managed a smile as Max mentioned that he was asking all the hard questions. He moved the bottle of wine over into reach of both of them... just in case he wanted more.

Nothing's ever easy with me, he said with a snicker. Yes, unfortunately for Max, he was going to be the victim of all Talak's difficult questions. And there were a lot of them.

Talak was silent as Max spoke and for some time afterwards. He thought about it all. He thought about how it differed from what he did as the Arcanist. He'd always believed the Jedi were good to look after the "little person" but that in doing so it was simply inadequate. Someone needed to be at the helm directing things, even if that meant through violence. And that was it, wasn't it? If he wanted to be a Jedi it wasn't about directing everything. It was pure arrogance of him, wasn't it? Almost certainly and it was enough to make him sigh.

He took a longer drink of his wine and poured himself more.

So do the ends not matter then? Only the means? he asked. It was the exact opposite of what he'd always done.

And what if gentler means don't get the job done? he asked. He'd danced around the question too many times, and he knew he needed to address the topic head on.

And where's the line that can't be crossed? What if the only way to save the galaxy is to do something dark? he asked. It was clear that Talak had a grim outlook on the galaxy, though whether it was rooted in his upbringing or something else wasn't clear.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max chuckled heartily - truth be told, Max had realized back when he first became a Jedi Master that the hard questions were the only kind he was ever going to be asked. No one ever asked him the easy questions because he had built up a reputation as someone who could be depended upon to answer the hard ones. He was someone people came to for advise; something that used to bemuse him to no end.

He loved these moments with his friends and with those he barely knew in equal measure. The chance to be someone's rock in troubled times reassured him that, hell, he must be doing something right to be a beacon of stability for so many.

"Easy was never our business." he agreed with a bark of a laugh as he topped up his wine. He hadn't finished his cup but having some more seemed wise given the heavy subject matter.

Reaching into his robes, Max retrieved a small box of cigaras and set them down beside the wine bottle. He tried not to smoke too much but life had a way of stretching his best intentions. Taking one for himself, he left them available for Talak to help himself as he lit one of them with a lick of flame through the Force.

He extended Talak the same courtesy that he had given him; he just listened. In silence, he took in both the view in front of them and Talak's words too. Big questions indeed... he took a pull from his cigara, blowing it out as a small smoke ring.

It had taken him far too long to figure out how to do that.

"The ends versus the means... using harsher means to achieve a worthy goal... the line that can't be crossed... the answer is all the same." he smiled ever so slightly, "Think to your loved ones. Those who would always eer on your side of things. Think about your actions, those you plan to do and those already done... and picture telling them all of it. Every. Single. Bit."

His eyes found Talak's uneeringly, his robotic eye adjusting on it's own.

"And you'll know. If you can look your lover in the eye, tell her everything you plan, and have her still look at you the same way at the end? Then you're on the right path." he looked away, "If she can't stand the sight of you - you'll know."

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak took his turn to listen once again as Max lit up his cigarra and took a puff, even managing to make a perfect ring out of the smoke. It was pretty impressive.

His mind was quickly drawn from the fleeting humor of the maneuver and back to the gravity of the questions they were asking. He thought about when he had done just what Max said. After leaving the Sith, he told Trys everything that he'd done, all his dark and sordid history, and yet she'd still loved him, and he'd put it behind him. Now, she wasn't ever likely to come back, but that didn't mean he could or should turn back to what he'd left.

He imagined telling her what he'd planned to do on Nar Shaddaa, and a mix of relief and terror flooded him as he thought that he had not followed through but just how close he had been to doing so.

And if we lose? he finally asked. He asked the question, but he also knew that if they walked down the dark path, they'd lose in a different way. He'd nearly killed Trys on accident one time when posing as the Arcanist. He'd have become precisely what he hated, wouldn't he?

How do you not hate the Sith? he asked. It was ironic coming from him. They'd been his people. He'd had close friends and people he cared deeply for, but when he'd been on Sullust he'd nearly throttled Ana. It struck him that what had stopped him was precisely what Max said.

And how do you put the hatred aside? he asked. It was already there. He already wanted to kill the entire Order for what they'd done and it had come very close to consuming him. @Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

There were many within the Order who were concerned with precisely that question; what would they do if they lose? If they were losing? Some within the Order believed that the Jedi were already in the process of losing, that they had sat on their laurels for so long that they were now not capable of putting up the good fight. Jedi across the Order sought to combat this through different methods; he remembered Kori’s attempts to help set up a Jedi-led intervention force.

Drow and his attempts to rebuild a Temple Guard.

Max’s own attempts to secure squadrons of fighter ships should they need them.

So many people all working towards ensuring that they didn’t lose when it came down to the physical combat. Oren and other Masters worried about what they would lose if victory came at the cost of some of their morals. He could understand that but he had something of an opinion on it himself.

“Then we lose – and we’ll be back.” He eyed Talak with a small smirk, “The Sith aren’t the only ones with a habit of resurrection. It wouldn’t be the first time the Jedi lost in order to bring balance back later.”

It wasn’t his first choice, naturally. He didn’t want to have to lose in order to win but Max was of the opinion that the Jedi would always rise back up to challenge the Sith. Sometimes it took longer than other times but it would happen anyway. They were inevitable like that.

Max took another drag from his cigara as he examined his thoughts on the Sith in general… on the Sith Lord who had killed his first Padawan. On his Master when she had fallen to the Dark Side and forced him to be the one to put a stop to her.

“I should hate them – some of them more than others. But the thing is… holding onto hate doesn’t work, Talak.” He let out the smoke slowly, looking off into the distance, “Hate is like fire and you think it’ll never go out, that it’ll always be with you, that you can use it… it’ll keep you warm and safe. But it kills you with time, guts everything about you until hate is all that keeps you going, everything else is muted in comparison.”

He took another pull on his cigara.

“I put it aside for my own health and because if I don’t? They win.” He shook his head, “A Sith wins if he kills a Jedi but if he forces that Jedi to hate? Soon enough there’ll be two Sith where once there was one Sith and a Jedi. If you can’t put the hatred aside out of self-care or care for how much it would hurt your loved ones? Put it aside out of spite if you must. To deny them a victory.”

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak thought about the idea that the Jedi would resurrect if destroyed. He thought about what he'd been taught in the Sith about the cycles of the galaxy. How the galaxy grew until it raged out of control and was purged. Looking back now, he knew just how wrong it was to assume you had to burn the galaxy down, but there was an element of truth in some of it.

And then it turned to how the Sith achieved victory. And Max was right, wasn't he? Sith kills Jedi then there's only one Sith. Sith corrupts Jedi, then there were two Sith. Perhaps it was the difference between "win" and "win more" but sometimes preventing the enemy from "winning more" was the best you could do. But then, that assumed Talak was willing to count the Jedi out already.

He actually laughed when Max said to put hatred aside simply out of spite. The reason he laughed was because that was precisely the type of thing that Talak would do. "Asset denial" was the term that he'd used as a Sith. He supposed it still applied now.

I suppose you're right, he said, his mind turning to the war the Jedi and Sith waged. Perhaps they would lose, and perhaps he would die in the war, but if that happened... well, then he'd go out fighting.

When I was a Sith, we were taught that everything happens in cycles, he said after a moment.

I think maybe they were right about that, he said, But they were wrong about the role of Force-users, I think, he said.

Too hard to stomp out either Order, I guess, he said. It seemed they'd be locked in an epic battle until judgment day and the trumpet sounded.

I guess we have our work cut out for us, he said after a moment. @Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max didn’t speak to people looking to be told that he was right but he was glad that Talak seemed to be less… restless? That was as good a phrase as any that he could attribute to how Talak had felt to him through the Force before their conversation had begun. The man was someone who had suffered and grown and then suffered again; no one could blame him for a crisis of faith.

He was just glad that Talak had reached out to someone to talk about it before he ended up doing something he would regret. Max didn’t know all of his history because he didn’t need to know it – but he knew enough to know that there were things Talak regretted and they were numerous. It sounded like he regretted the methods but not the ends, though that might end up changing as well the more he thought about it.

When he was a Sith… but he was not a Sith any longer.

Max took another, slow, pull from his cigara and blew another smoke ring, muttering to himself when it came out wonky.

“Sith… Jedi… we wield incredible power. I know, as a Jedi, I shouldn’t even call it power but from the outside perspective? For the regular person on the street? It’s Power with a capital P.” he smiled ever so slightly, “Give a sentient Power and a dark room; philosophers say that they will abuse it. That, without fear of repercussions, people will revert to being selfish.”

He reached out and poked Talak in the middle of the chest gently.

“It isn’t the mark of a good Jedi, a good Man, to not feel tempted to use that Power in the dark where no one would know… it is the mark of a good man to feel that same temptation, to feel as though you have every right to do it… and refrain.”

Max took a drink of wine.

“You've got to be a good man, Talak Rand. Or, at least, trying to be… and that’s all anyone can ask of you.”

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak thought about what Max said and he thought about all the things he'd done up until now. All the people he'd killed, all the people he'd nearly killed, and all the decisions he'd made. He'd corrupted people and set them on paths they never turned from again. And then he stopped short all those thoughts. Being caught up in the past helped no one. When he was a Sith, on some level, he'd longed for death. Even now, he felt that someday he should give his life for someone else as atonement for his crimes. That was probably really messed up, right?

I think I have a long way to go, he said before sighing, deciding that he shouldn't be quite so mopey about it. Time ticked on.

Thanks for coming out here, Max, he said. He knew it wasn't a small ask, but it was something that he had quite needed.

So where do you think the Jedi go from here? he asked. That was the real question. They were certainly having their struggles, and Talak had been a cause of at least some of them. He needed to improve on that in the future...

@Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Did Talak have a long way to go? He did. But Max wasn't here to disparage the man for acknowledging that he was going to need to focus and actually work on improving himself if he wanted to see results. The man had done things he regretted, things truly worthy of regret in Max's opinion, and that meant he was going to have to work hard to try and ensure he could live with himself despite those same regrets.

In Max's experience? You never outgrew your regrets or left them behind; you out-lived them. The only way he had come across that helped with regrets was to use them as fuel, to use the regrets to grow and live as a person who would not make the same mistakes, the same choices, if given another chance.

"Everyone does, really." he assured Talak with a grin as he took another drink of the wine, "What can I say? You asked, I came. Sometimes things are really just that simple."

He chuckled a little bit but it was without much mirth.

"Part of me wants to make a joke about how we've hit a new low so we can't go anywhere but up... but that is what we call tempting fate so I'm not going to go down that path." he shook his head and took another inhale of his cigara, "I think we need to step back from the shadows we've set ourselves in. Step into the light, into the public. Let them see who we are and what we do because right now?"

Max scowled slightly.

"We're just as alien, just as invasive, as the Sith. We're an outside Order pushing our noses into the business of the Galaxy - we need to integrate more, show them who we are, let them know us."

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak let out a sigh and decided that perhaps he should stop focusing on his past failures. They were there. They weren't going away. He needed to focus on how to improve things in the future.

You're not wrong, he said as Max talked about how the Jedi Order had been up until this point. Figuring out how exactly to integrate themselves into the galaxy was the tricky part.

The Jedi used to serve the Chancellor directly, didn't they? he asked. He understood that that had not gone well when the Chancellor was a Sith, but it had been that way for many, many years before, too, hadn't it?

Although at this point, we may not be in much of a position to even do that, he said. There was more to being a Jedi than just fighting Sith, though, wasn't there?

It seems like the Jedi have forgotten what it means to be Jedi, he said. Not that he was in much of a position to judge. He was simply musing aloud to someone he actually trusted to do so. @Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

He remembered that part of Jedi history did he? It wasn't surprising considering how that part of Jedi history intersected with the history of the Sith. The prelude to their 'ultimate' victory and the longest period without a Jedi Order to stand against them for thousands of years. It was a low point in Jedi history in a lot of ways but their integration with the Republic had been as advanced as it had ever been.

And fraught with the arrogance that came with that same position.

"The old Order did - they were basically a branch of the Government but acted as though they weren't whenever it suited them. That old set up was fraught with dangers, not least of which was arrogance and hubris." he admitted with a small sigh, "At that point even without Sidious, the Jedi would have fallen in time. Government and Jedi don't tend to work well blended together but we need to still have more than just a fleeting connection to them."

Max exhaled another smoke ring before making an attempt to blow out a second, smaller one, in the middle of it. Due to his lack of recent experience he ended up having a minor coughing fit. He took a drink of wine to wash the smoke down with a small grimace.

"And that benefits whom? The Sith. Why kill a Jedi if you can make another Sith?" he half-joked, half-observed with a small sigh, "Perhaps we just need people to stand up and lead the way again, to show Masters, Knights and Padawans alike what it means to be a Jedi..."

Leaders were always needed and in times of strife? They were needed even more.

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak thought about what Max said for a moment. He... wasn't sure if he agreed. Granted, he wasn't sure he was allowed to have opinions on things like this given his questionable experiences as a Jedi, but that never seemed to stop him. That was probably part of the issue in and of itself.

Yes, but without any sort of a government backing, what technical authority do the Jedi have? he asked. It was a large portion of the issue that Thorne fellow had brought up. The Jedi just kind of ran around doing things, and while Talak firmly believed they were necessary, what actual authority did they interfere with?

I think the Jedi are necessary, but there are plenty of people who just see us as vigilantes without any real authority besides the fact that people can't really stop us, he said. He was reminded of one of his conversations with Trys on the topic back when he'd been an actual vigilante.

Oh, glad to hear you're volunteering, he said with a smirk directed at Max. He was a logical next choice to step up to the Council, whether he wanted to or not. @Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max took another drink of wine, enjoying the smooth burn down his throat for a moment as he closed his eyes and just… thought about it all. Sometimes he enjoyed being able to just close his eyes and take a moment to find some peace. It was something he was more adept at than many other Jedi he had found, being able to find his centre, the calm of the Light, quickly.

He smiled.

“Why do you think I spend so much time around politicians?” he asked with a laugh, “I assure you, it’s not out of a desire for even more white hairs.”

Running a hand through his hair, he opened his eyes and stubbed out the remains of his cigara as he thought about it some more.

“I think… there needs to be some level of integration.” He admitted at length, “We can’t be as leashed as the Jedi Order of old was but we need to have more than a vague relationship; it needs to be clearly defined and ordered. Oversight might not be fun but it would give the people some security and us a sense of legitimacy.”

He coughed, choking on some residual smoke and glared at Talak playfully.

“Oh that’s a fine thank you for my help! Throwing me under the bus of Responsibility and Leadership?” he scowled before laughing, “Rude… no I’m not a Council member in waiting. No surprise appointment for me – I’m not ready and I’m not sure I want it either.”

He rubbed at his beard.

“Only thing worse than a leader who isn’t ready? A leader who doesn’t want to be there.”

@Phoenix

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak agreed with what Max said, and he also was glad he didn't have a lot of interaction with politicians. He didn't think he had the proper disposition for that. That was probably a problem as well.

I think you're right, he agreed. He didn't know precisely what that integration would be and he knew there would be problems if they did, but it seemed better than nothing.

He laughed slightly as Max choked on the smoke and hastily tried to back step from a position on the Council.

Something, something the best leaders are people who don't think they're ready, he said jokingly, but it was also true. It was the kind of saying people said often, but did anyone actually say that in real life?

No, only things worse is a leader who thinks they're ready, he corrected. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh before taking another sip. The raging waterfall was relaxing to watch and listen to and could almost lull someone to sleep.

Well, you have my support... whether you want it or not, he joked. @Nefieslab

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Integration.

Such an innocent sounding word with so many variations as to how it could be interpreted. And even more variations on how it could be implemented. Max wasn't arrogant enough to think that he had all the answers or, hell, even half of the answers that would be required to actually get it to work. There were so many ways he could help push it and some of them would be so very easy.

But would they be right?

That was another question entirely.

Max rolled his eyes good naturedly at Talak and flipped the other man off, laughing as he did so. He wasn't trying to be insulting but he really didn't agree with the sentiment at all. He snorted in amusement.

"That's how you get Oren." he snarked before he could help himself, pausing before shrugging and lifting a cup, "Might be the wine talking."

He rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for your support - I hate it." he teased before sighing a little bit, looking off into the distance again, "I didn't even want to be a Jedi Master, you know. Didn't think I was ever going to be, I don't know... a teacher, you know?"

@Phoenix