The Light at the End of the Darkness

[Via Dolorosa]

The figure, dressed in black and tattered rags, sat with her back against one of the buildings in the Malgan Market district on Onderon; her head hung low and her moral even lower. Her life had begun to show signs of improvement over the past year or so but then something happened. She lost everything. Her best friend, Kieran "Tag" Merrik, had gone missing and despite all her efforts to find him, she failed. She didn't know if he was alive or dead. She tried to forget him for now but every effort to do so seemed to fail, her mind betraying her as it called up the memories of the times they shared together. He was gone. Her memories of him haunted her.

To add to her already low pointe in her life, she had fled the only home she ever had. She didn't harbour anything against them but something inside her screamed to get out. She missed them but they were better off without her. In hindsight, she never contributed to their causes and for that, she hated herself. But that was the past. Her future looked tainted and her present state didn't seem much better.

As she sat there wallowing in her own misery, a Republic security force member kept watching her until finally his curiosity got the best of him. He cautiously moved over to her, his eyes never wavering from watching her hands. In her mind, he probably thought she was in possession of a blaster. He was wrong. She was in possession of her lightsaber, the same one her former Master had helped create for her when she called herself a Jedi. Another memory she wished to expel from her mind permanently. What was she now? A vagrant or beggar is what she believed the security officer thought she was and perhaps he was right.

"Excuse me miss but there is no loitering in the marketplace," he said eyeing her up and down. "I have to ask you to vacate the area."

Slowly she turned her head toward the man, her red eyes staring into his. She could feel the loss of everything in her life begin to mingle with her anger. Why was she angry at this man? She wasn't, she was angry with herself. She didn't wish to harm this man but at the same time only wished to be left alone.

"Leave me be," she barked gesturing her left hand out in front of her, her words aided by the Force to persuade the officer to accept the idea that he should leave.

The officer nodded his head, turned around, and went about his business. She watched him leave and she sighed softly. She stood up from her spot and began to walk through the marketplace, stopping only briefly to examine some of the merchandise. She wasn't entirely broke. She had over three thousand credit chips in a small pouch inside her outfit but judging by her appearance, she probably looked as though she had none. And the kiosk owners, for the most part, simply waved her on. So she moved on.

Yes, her life had turned bad in a blink of an eye.


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Onderon. Once the residence of monsters and beast riders. A planet almost more famous for its moon. It was one that Corvus had studied at great length, given its links to Darth Bane and of course the final demise of Palpatine.

She’d never visited the planet until recently and then – as seemed to be the way – she’d never left it. Firstly the Sith Lord handed himself over, then finding those two lost Padawans.

This time? There were rumours that two Sith had infiltrated Kira Fortress – but as nothing was taken and whilst there all they’d done was kill some other Sith that had the same idea, Corvus decided to close the case.

Now she was back in the city of Iziz. And she had some time to kill and so had made her way to the Malgan Market. She’d promised her older sister she’d buy some shoes to go with the dresses she’d bought six years previously. Apparently Jedi boots did not complete the outfits appropriately. So she had images that her sister had recommended and so she decided that the Malgan Market was the place to go.

Except it was more of an open-air affair. She wasn’t someone who frequented shops – her experience to date had been one store – and her sister did all of the choosing. But whereas that establishment on Corellia was air-conditioned and swarming with helpful assistants, this was altogether more…rustic.

But she walked around and soaked in the atmosphere – almost tempted to buy some ryshcate – before spotting a Republic security officer approach a young woman dressed in black and tattered rags. She was sitting with her back against one of the buildings. He spoke and Corvus was about to move on when she sensed it. The Force was at work. The officer moved away and Corvus was most definitely intrigued.

The girl stood up and began to walk through the marketplace, stopping here and there. Why was Corvus following her? Curiosity? Perhaps. She was not dressed like a Padawan. Corvus briefly closed her eyes. Using Force Sight she glimpsed the girl’s aura. It wasn’t Dark but even the greatest idealist wouldn’t call it Light either. But the optimist in Corvus decided it was on the right side and felt a duty to ensure it stayed that way. And Corvus felt a sadness in the girl. The Jedi lowered the defensive wall in her mind and allowed emotions in. Initially shocked by the volume – she was in the middle of a crowded market square after all – she composed herself and focused on the girl. Sadness? Anger? Guilt perhaps?

She was unsure for how long she followed the girl but by now the youngster would be able to sense her presence. She might be alarmed and take flight – but Corvus was unsure how to approach her. A direct approach might be equally confrontational. So she walked up and stood alongside the young Force-User and spoke as they both glanced at the merchandise.

“What are you looking for? Perhaps I could help?”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She walked through the marketplace with no direction, just going through the motions really. There wasn't anything, merchandise wise, that she really needed or wanted. A few trinkets and a few outfits managed to catch her eye but in the end she elected to save her credits. Food and a roof over her head was the main priority at this pointe. Both just out of her reach. Well, food wasn't but she didn't eat meat and what most of the food kiosks were selling was just that, meat. Despite the small rumblings in her stomach, she kept to her convictions. As for a roof over her head, she knew deep down that she would never call this planet home. She was a wanderer by nature, inborn programming as a Vahla. With that knowledge in hand, seeking out a job was also out of the equation. So she just walked about.

Then she felt a small ping in the Force which opened her eyes to potential danger. There was another Force user in the area. She knew how to command the Force and was in possession of certain abilities but one ability that never came to her was being able to stretch out and find the source of pings without alerting them to herself. She had tried once and it brought a Sith to her doorstep. She didn't want to kill him but it boiled down to survival. So she was alive and he wasn't. Also, she was never good at deciphering between light side auras and dark side auras.

She knew she had the dark side in her, all Vahla did and this worried her now. This other Force user, if they already discovered her by now, would sense the darkness in her which led to an even greater problem. Jedi or Sith? Both of whom she needed to avoid. The Sith would look at it two ways, recruit her or perceive her as a threat. She spent a brief time with that lot and in the end, she walked away. So if this was a Sith, it boiled down to survival yet again. If she survived that encounter it would be time to planet hop again.

However, if this was a Jedi then she was caught. She still held onto the guilt of killing her former Master in a fit of rage. She regretted taking his life but at the time, she was confused and tired of being held back. In hindsight, she was a fool. Now everything was coming full circle. She understood that she would have to stand in judgement for her crime of murder and perhaps that was what she needed. End this game and start anew. She had heard stories of how the Jedi Council would sever the connection to the Force in both rare and extreme cases; was she a rare or extreme case? That was their judgment to make.

Finally she made her choice. She was tired of running and tired of fighting. Standing in front of glass encased merchandise, she pulled the folds of her tattered robes back to reveal her lightsaber hilt dangling at her side. Jedi or Sith, one of them would claim victory over her today. She felt the strong presence of an individual stand next to her and realized it was a Jedi. The woman spoke, her words soft and caring, that made her smile inside.

Without looking at the Jedi, she removed her weapon from her side and held it out for the woman to retrieve.

"Redemption," Ciara Jevnaker whispered.


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus didn’t even look at the saber she was offered – and she certainly didn’t attempt to take it from the girl. “That’s yours for the short-term and we can talk about who looks after it long-term.”

“I presume you’re up for a talk?” Corvus continued to smile. “Redemption rarely happens without a lot of words being spoken and believe me, I’m as capable as the next person at droning on when I should probably shut up.”

Aware they were receiving interest; Corvus turned her back on the stall and looked around. “I fancy a cup of tea, please indulge me. And I’d be honoured if you’d join me; I can see a stall over there.” Pointing across the market square, Corvus started to walk slowly – clearly presuming the young girl would follow her.

“Redemption is a funny thing. And I don’t mean humorous, don’t worry. What I mean is that it tends to come from within. I can say anything I want – but you and only you can save yourself – be it from sin or evil, or anything else for that matter. You see…” Corvus stopped walking at this point and looked into the girl’s eyes – they were an uncomfortable shade of red. “I can talk and talk when the mood takes me, but I’ll keep this as short as I can for your sake. Now where was I? Oh yes,” and she started walking again.

“What matters is not what you’ve done as much as what you’ll do. If the doing is in accord with the Code, then my duty and desire is to do what I can to support you. So please tell me, what do you want from the rest of your life?”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She turned to watch the female Jedi walk toward the tea kiosk for a brief second before she returned her hilt back to it's resting place and fell in stride next to the Jedi. She listened as the woman spoke, soaking up every word placing it to her long term memory. She never believed she could save herself but that was old thinking and she needed new thinking now. With every step she took and every word she heard her future began to reshape itself and again she felt herself smiling inside. Perhaps she was the only one that could save herself, with proper guidance of course. It was guidance in her life that she sorely needed now; and then. But she had been brash and cast the shadow of blame on everyone else except for the one person who it should have engulfed, her.

There was nobody to blame for her fall except her. There was nobody to blame for raising her blade and striking down her former Master except for her. She knew that now. Even as they drew closer to the kiosk, she began to realize for the first time that her former Master had been trying to help her but she only saw and heard what she wanted. He wasn't holding her back, she was. He wasn't keeping her out of Jedi missions because he didn't feel she wasn't ready, she wasn't ready. He was protecting her from the one person in the galaxy that could destroy her; herself. What a fool she had been. She glanced down at the swinging hilt and vowed to make him proud of her now. Though she believed he was always proud of her, she was just to blind to see it.

She ordered two teas and paid for them, handing one to the female Jedi. She took a few small sips while pondering her answer to the most important question in her life. What did she want for the rest of her life? Various thoughts began to swirl around her mind but they were just that, ideas; not answers. Then it came to her.

"I want to make a difference in my life. I want to give back to the galaxy everything I have taken from them. I want a purpose. I want security. I want peace of mind in knowing that I am doing the proper thing. I want forgiveness and redemption. But most of all, I want to be free of my past and to embrace a better more joyful future."

She turned her head to the left, avoiding eye contact with the female Jedi. She fought back the tears that threatened to cascade down her cheeks.

"And I want to show Master Ghu Logain that he was right about me. I can change. I need to change. And I will change."


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

It never occurred to Corvus that she wouldn’t be followed, so she was pleased when she turned around and the young woman was there. And she was even happier to see the saber clipped back on her belt.

“Thanks for the tea,” Corvus said and took a sip, listening to what was said. There was always a danger that an older Jedi could confuse age with wisdom and jump in with a solution. The been there and done it brigade. They have an answer to every question – but rarely understood what was being asked. In Corvus’ opinion, the answers came from the person doing the asking. Was she falling into the same trap? Possibly, but for an entirely different reason and from a quite dissimilar direction.

She nodded as the young woman spoke.

Finally Corvus felt it was appropriate to respond. “Making a difference is what Jedi do, in my opinion at least. All that you seek is within you and in the life of a Jedi. My only word of caution is in looking for forgiveness. My advice is to do one simple thing each night before you go to bed. Why do I recommend it? Because it’s what I do. Ask yourself if there is truth between your heart and the Force. If the answer is yes, then you do not require redemption for you are already saved.”

“And if you believe Master Logain was right about you, I suspect he was. Change is inevitable. Change is good and change…as you no doubt already suspect, is in your hands. People like me can help you, but it is your path to walk. And don’t be afraid to forge your own route. I can help identify the final destination but how you journey is something you’ll have to decide. I may be an old-fashioned Jedi but I am not one to be prescriptive. We are all equal and we are all individual.”

“I’m Corvus by the way, and you are?”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She knew how to meditate and it was something she cherished. It was an outlet she had called upon many times to help keep her anger, when it arose, in check. She never could fully give herself over to anger and that was why she had left the Sith behind. Yes, she would become angry at times but not like that lot. They exploited it, manipulated it, and abused it. She viewed it as a natural state of feeling. But never as an excuse to bring harm to another, except when she had been in harm's way; hence the discovery of her knowledge of Force Lighting. She believed in hate but knew even that was a dangerous game to play, so she meditated on expelling that feeling toward certain individuals as well before it took control of her.

"It is nice to meet you, Corvus. I am Ciara Jevnaker. CJ for short."

A thousand questions surfaced to the forefront of her mind and she didn't know where to begin. In the end, she held back from exhausting the Jedi woman, Corvus, from her questions. Instead she felt compelled to come clean about what she had done. If she was to begin the change, she needed to bring the truth of what she had done into the light.

"I was once a Jedi Padawan to Jedi Master Logain," she began calling on the Force to ease her nerves. She had never spoken to anyone about what she had done. Not even her friend Tag knew what horrible secret that transformed into guilt she carried with her everyday. And here she was about to tell this stranger, this Jedi about it.

"I killed him. I gave into my anger, hate, and jealousy and I killed him. I can't change what I had done but I can change who I am now. I want to relearn the ways of the Jedi. To uphold their Code and live by it. Can you help me do that?"

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled and listened, it was a natural cycle for her by now. And she allowed the Padawan to share everything she wanted to before she even considered replying. And then she paused for a few seconds more.

“CJ, it is then. I am a Jedi, and so I make it my business not to judge others. I hold myself accountable but not you. I opened our chat by explaining that the past is a rear-view mirror. It tells us nothing of what is ahead. But I accept that knowledge of the past can guide us in our journey. I do not believe it is obliged to repeat itself.”

Corvus stared at the ground. “There was once a Padawan. She was affected by Sith magic - a ring to be precise. Her emotions went unchecked and she almost killed a defenceless Sith. Only the Solari crystal in her sabre saved that Lord.” Corvus unclipped her lightsaber and opened the panel to reveal the two violet crystals - one of which came from Rhen Var. “Had it not cut out at that point, maybe the Jedi Master would be a Sith Lord now. But she isn’t. Only four people know that story. And I’m one of them. And you’re another. Am I proud of that moment? Of course not. Do I do everything I can each day to ensure it won't reoccur? Oddly no. I simply follow the Code and trust in the Force - implicitly. That’s all I need to do.”

She turned to face the young Padawan, a tear in her eye. “And that’s all you need to do. If you want to be a Jedi, you shall be. If you’ll allow me, I’ll help you become the very best Jedi you can.” Corvus returned her gaze to her saber and closed the compartment and reattached it to her belt. “I’m not saying you need a Solari crystal by the way - you have your own saber. From this moment on, you make your own decisions and I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“So, how about we get you some fresh robes?”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She found herself in a temporary state of shock after listening to the woman's story. She would have never imagined someone as calm as the Jedi standing before her nearly danced with the DarkSide. Then again she never believed she would have either. But the woman's story gave her hope. Hope in knowing that her past transgressions would remain in the past as she forged a new, brighter, and better future for herself. She was pleased that she had been given a second chance, a chance she would not squander or take for granted. A fresh start.

She watched as Corvus put away her weapon then blushed slightly as she took a gander at her tattered clothes. She was embarrassed by her appearance and always found herself worrying about how others perceived her. Vanity was something she could no longer hold onto, less she wished to fall a second time. So she pushed away her sense of embarrassment and adjusted her ruined outfit, laughing as she did so.

"New robes would be greatly appreciated," CJ replied. "And thank you. You may never know this or accept this but you have saved me today."

Again she felt the rumblings of her stomach as it rebelled against being empty. She put her hands over her belly knowing the sounds were heard by the Jedi as well. She laughed again, dropping her hands away and shrugged.

"And perhaps some food as well."

Yes, the Jedi had saved her life and she mentally vowed to not fail this woman. Somewhere in the back of her mind she swore she heard the pleasing tone of Master Logain's voice speaking of how proud he was of her. Yes, she had found was she was seeking and just as she vowed not to fail this woman; she vowed not to fail herself.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus nodded and faced in the direction of the small Jedi Enclave. “New robes are preferred,” she smiled. “My best friend wears jump-suits. They might be practical but...I don’t know, I’d miss the tradition of robes. I have a white set too, Jedi Shadow robes, with built in armour. I rarely wear them, truth be told. And I have some ceremonial ones – presented to me on a trip to Dorin. But…well, that’s irrelevant and you’ll notice I can ramble on sometimes.”

“So…let’s pause the saving speech for now. You will save you. The Force will save you. I just gave you a nudge in the right direction. I’m quite good at nudging.”

“So, the canteen at the Enclave is basic but good enough. Some nice stews from memory. And blue milk. I tend to use a straw these days too many…you know…” Corvus indicated her top lip, “Faux pas in public. Never a good look. Anyway, as we walk, why don’t we get to know each other better. Please…tell me about yourself.”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

CJ began walking and as she did, she began formulating in her mind how she would proceed with talking about herself. Her life story was riddled with both tragedy and happiness, the former taking precedent over the past year. After a few fleeting moments of walking in silence, she figured she would start at the beginning; and with the truth.

"You know doubt feel the darkness inside me. I am Vahla. My species are naturally born with the Darkside of the Force but that doesn't translate into every Vahla relying on it," she began finally breaking the silence. "Though I am guilty of calling upon it at times. We survive in tribes and clans and are nomads by definition. My clan is ruled by my parents which in a way makes me nobility, though I do not acknowledge that. I don't do it out of shame but because I've always wanted to be just another Vahla. In truth, my childhood was not fun in my eyes but I made the most of it."

She looked over at the woman and flashed her a smile. It was difficult to talk about herself but for some reason she felt comfortable enough to speak about it with this woman. This female Jedi truly wanted to help her to help herself. So the truth.

"After spending some time in the Jedi Order. Hmm. Well you know what happened there. Moving forward. For a few months I traveled alone until I met a person, a friend not a lover. His name is Kieran Merrik, but I call him Tag. Long story. Anyway, we found ourselves with a group of people who I believed had what I was seeking. Didn't work ott. After that business of people vanishing in the galaxy...."

She cut off her words as she thought about her time spent in what was now being called the Netherworld. She shuddered.

"I was one of those people that had disappeared for a short time. I saw things. Awful things in there. Anyway, with the help of two others we managed to escape. However, for awhile I couldn't speak outloud. Something had happened to me, a curse perhaps. Whomever heard my voice would vanish. To this day I think about those people that had disappeared because of me. I admit, I abused this curse and sent many an enemy away. Then one day, the curse was gone."

She looked over at the female Jedi and saw that the woman wasn't staring at her, or judging her. It appeared to CJ that the woman was understanding and that felt good inside.

"Moving forward. One day I lost my friend Tag. I don't know if he died or if he is out there in the galaxy looking for me or not. The details of that day is still fuzzy to me. Anyway, shortly after he was gone, I left the other group and began scouring the galaxy for him. Failing tremendously. So for the past year I moved around from one planet to the next avoiding both the Jedi and the Sith for separate reasons of course. Depression and misery had set in and eventually I ended up here. Where you found me. Most of my life I lived in confusion and doubt but no more. I know what I want. To be Jedi."


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus immediately felt uncomfortable when the young Padawan confirmed her heritage. It was one thing to oppose the Dark-side but attempted genocide was not one of the Order’s finest moments. But she also used the information to formulate what strengths and weaknesses CJ would have given her differing skeleton for example. And Farsight? She’d have to check if CJ was gifted in this regard.

Corvus was attentive to the girl’s story. Everybody had one and to them it was the most precious thing in the galaxy. So it deserved a full and thorough listening.

“I too disappeared. It was a dark time for many. But, and I don’t say this to belittle what has gone before, I am here to help you build your future. Perhaps one day you will find your friend once more. The one thing I can assure you of is this…for as long as you want to be a Jedi, I will do all in my power to make it happen.”

“And because you were so frank with me, I’ll give you a quick run-down of my life. Different in many ways and similar in a few. I was born on Corellia and joined the Academy there aged four. When I was fourteen my Master died. Another long story. But I couldn’t cope and I ran away. I found out later people thought I had died too. There was even a funeral it seems. Not my finest hour, looking back.”

“Finally a Jedi saved my life in a back-alley on some remote planet and took me to Ossus. I’ve been there almost a dozen years now. And you know about my brush with the Dark-side. And that’s me really. I have a best friend, Kana and two remaining sisters.”

“So, tell me what your expectations are on Ossus? This could include what training you feel you need for example.”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

There were very few in the galaxy CJ felt comfortable around, a small list in fact, and this woman was now on that list. She felt she could talk about anything at anytime and anywhere. The problem was, like the Jedi woman, she could talk and talk and talk. Sometimes she talked so much that people would drift away acting like they had more important business to attend to. She was never offended by this but it did make her laugh at herself at times. As a child she was quiet but as a young woman, she was a chatterbox.

So when the woman finally finished speaking, she thought about what was asked of her. What did she really hope to obtain on Ossus? Prior to this meeting, she had craved power; once. And that led her down a dark path. She had craved dominance over her enemies; again that led her down an even darker path. At one time she even craved to hunt down and kill all those that wronged her, but in hindsight that would have led her down a path of no return; or a path very few ever returned. So what did she hope to achieve now?

"Honestly, I have no answer for that. Everything up until now has been nothing but disaster and tragedy for me." She fell silent for a minute. "No, I do know what I hope to find on Ossus. You may think it odd but I seek knowledge and wisdom; and the ability to decipher between the two. Also, I seek companionship. For to long I have been alone and that is dangerous to my well-being. And I seek to learn the ways of the Jedi."


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus nodded as CJ spoke. She liked her already. It was not a prerequisite for a Master to like their Padawan but it helped. She liked the fact that CJ listened. And she appreciated the fact she was honest. And most importantly she gave answers from the heart.

Too often a Padawan would say what they thought Corvus wanted to hear. Or what they’d read. Corvus knew that what she was hearing was genuinely what CJ believed and aspired to be. And that was worth a thousand ‘correct answers.’

“There is nothing odd about what you seek “ And then she laughed. “Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. I heard that a long time ago and it stuck. And I’m sorry if it sounded flippant but it is in so many ways true. Just because something is a fact, it does not become dogma. Knowing when to bend without breaking is sometimes what separates the good Jedi from the great ones.”

“And you’ll never be alone. Unless you want to be of course. And the last part we’ll do together – starting tomorrow. But today we need to eat, sort out some robes and get a good night’s sleep.”

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

After changing out her outfit for the traditional robes famously associated with the Jedi Order, she returned to the mess hall where the Jedi woman was sitting; two plates of food resting on the table. CJ took the chair opposite of the woman and thanked her for the food and new clothes. She took a couple of bites from her plate of food before asking her something that was nagging at her.

The young Vahla knew that emotions like anger and hatred was a path to the Darkside but it was different in her heart. She had hated things before but never on the scale that made her do some of the things she done. In truth, she usually avoided anything, like seeing others enslaved, that would set her off. She felt guilt for not helping them but if she had, then she was giving into her hatred. And her anger was another issue she didn't understand. She was angry with her old Master and she was angry that she was being held back. But until that tragic day, she never gave into it. She still got angry with the galaxy, something she would have to work on as well, but never really gave into it. Except for that one time that led to her finger tips burning and what she had released, Force lightning it was called.

"Why did I fall to the Darkside," CJ inquired.


[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled when CJ returned in Jedi robes. They suited her.

Once her Padawan was seated, she started to eat the stew in front of her - it was, from memory, the safest bet here. She listened to the question and had a further spoonful before she responded.

"The most honest answer I can give is possibly the least helpful. And it is that I do not know." She paused for a second. "There are many reasons I suspect so the best I can offer is conjecture. The fall to the Dark-side is invariably linked to emotions. Not that a Jedi has none."

She shifted in her seat. "This is a very common debated topic amongst Jedi. The Code is clear yet ambiguous at the same time. There is no emotion is not meant to be taken quite that literally. What it means is, a Jedi may have emotions but they do not dictate her actions. We must set them aside. Anger, sorrow, love. We cannot tell Jedi not to have these feelings any more than we can ask them to stop breathing. Rather we should confront them, understand them and then deal with them. They can never be overcome or denied - they must be accepted but never acted upon. Anger is a common emotion that leads to a fall to the Dark-side."

"It is a common saying that only the weak fall to the Dark-side. I believe that but..." she held up a hand in case CJ wanted to respond, "But...only the very strong come back to the Light. And there are things we can do to help you going forward. The right crystal for example."

"I have answered as best I can and hopefully it will help you understand - but I recommend you do not dwell on it too much,. less it consumes you. A Jedi does not cling to the past - it is another of the Jedi tenets."

"But here I go again, talking on and on. What do you think of the stew?" She leaned forward and in a staged whisper said, "The food on Ossus is a lot better, believe me."

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]