[ He can feel the sizzle of resentment, a prickle at the base of his skull (I hate you!, his mind reminds him, before he can push the nightmare away) and shivers. Forges onward. ]
Grief, that you feel you must do this alone. And certainty, that I would never let the Republic make an example of you.
If I must leave the Order to make that happen, then that is what I will do.
I would have left if the Council turned you away after Qui-Gon died. I would have left if you decided the Jedi Order was not your place when you were twelve. And I will leave now, whether you ask me to or not, if this is the path you choose to walk.
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Grief, that you feel you must do this alone. And certainty, that I would never let the Republic make an example of you.
If I must leave the Order to make that happen, then that is what I will do.
I would have left if the Council turned you away after Qui-Gon died. I would have left if you decided the Jedi Order was not your place when you were twelve. And I will leave now, whether you ask me to or not, if this is the path you choose to walk.