And Ezra can't deny it. Can't deny the way his heart stirs in response to Qui-Gon's words, to the idea of power to save everyone he cares about, to protect them from the Inquisitors, from the Sith. To make it so he never loses anyone he cares for again, the way he lost his parents to the Empire. That grief, still raw in some ways, wells up, and with it a stirring of anger at what Qui-Gon seems to be saying. He shakes his head in denial, stopping in his tracks. He barely notices the grass around him beginning to turn brittle and dry.]
So, what? I'm supposed to just let people die instead of using the power I have?
[He crosses his arms, scowling out a challenge, and never mind that Qui-Gon's a full foot taller than him.]
I'm supposed to sit back and give up when I know that what I can do can help? That sounds more like what a Sith would do than a Jedi. How could I live with myself after that?
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And Ezra can't deny it. Can't deny the way his heart stirs in response to Qui-Gon's words, to the idea of power to save everyone he cares about, to protect them from the Inquisitors, from the Sith. To make it so he never loses anyone he cares for again, the way he lost his parents to the Empire. That grief, still raw in some ways, wells up, and with it a stirring of anger at what Qui-Gon seems to be saying. He shakes his head in denial, stopping in his tracks. He barely notices the grass around him beginning to turn brittle and dry.]
So, what? I'm supposed to just let people die instead of using the power I have?
[He crosses his arms, scowling out a challenge, and never mind that Qui-Gon's a full foot taller than him.]
I'm supposed to sit back and give up when I know that what I can do can help? That sounds more like what a Sith would do than a Jedi. How could I live with myself after that?