Ceska eyed him and shrugged, accepting the offer of food. Dried meat added variety to the steady diet of ration bars. The bars themselves contained all essential nutrition but tasted like not much of anything. Stopping to chew, she pondered for a moment.
"What you said, it makes me think," she paused to gather her thoughts "I was taught that the Light was pure and good, the Dark was corrupt and evil. Yet, it's all the same, only one greater Force."
Popping another piece of meat into her mouth, she used it as a pretext for more silent contemplation.
"Night is not any more evil than day, but some species think so. However, the nocturnal beings they believe the night is good. Does this make them bad?"
She shook her head.
"The Jedi are hypocrites. They teach you, no, force you to suppress yourself. They view expressing passionate feeling as wrong, and yet, what makes us human and not droids. The individual is blasphemy to them, they think like a colony of insects!"
"I think that what the Sith have done here, without greater purpose, is wrong. However, these are the actions of individual beings and not the Dark Side. My Master, he died on a training mission with a Republic member world, in order to help others. That's what selflessness earns you, death. Then you are forgotten by ungrateful, useless worms!"
Her ire was well and truly raised now. She could feel her anger flaring, the Dark energy around her fanning the flames.
"Well I will not die for some ungrateful, weak fools," she said unconsciously rising to her feet "I won't die following a Code that makes me a shell to carry out the will of a galaxy that doesn't fething care!"
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