The Killiks. Varyn still didn't know how that all was going to turn out. Things had been utter chaos across the galaxy since the appearance of the creatures, and Varyn had found himself quite unsettled by the creatures as well. After all, things that could control your mind and strip you of who you were were not to be trifled with.
Maybe, he said noncommittally. Or maybe we'll all be conquered by bugs and then these problems will be inconsequential, he said, a grim sense of humor underlying his words.
The Jedi just aren't honest with themselves and you're right: they're too stringent with things, he said. He'd studied the Jedi of the High Republic and he'd heard the stories about how even when being acted against with lethal intent, they were often reprimanded for responding in kind. It was the kind of extreme that just wasn't practical, but when did the Jedi ever worry about being practical? You had to go back 1000 years to the last Sith Empire.
I believe you, he said in response to her saying that it wasn't poisoned, but he still did not opt to accept. Now you're catching on. I like to keep the mystique alive, he answered in response to her statement about a snack. It was only one small part joke.
Lots of theoreticals, he finally said after a moment. He knew that nothing real was going to come out of a conversation except perhaps a decision on what to do. With each day that passed and each person he spoke to he wondered if throwing himself fully into the Empire was the proper way. What would he have to do to succeed? How many people would he have to kill? But how many people would he save by doing it? It was that same ruthless calculus of war that he'd been reminded of on Corellia.
But there was no death, there was the Force. The Jedi preached that death was not something to be feared, but then clung to it like it was their only hope. Was that hypocrisy? The Jedi would have said that they don't trade lives, but sometimes not trading lives was trading lives. Choosing inaction was still a choice.
He was reminded once again of the teachings he'd heard from Darth Venator before he became the Jedi Battlemaster. Kill one, terrify one thousand.
Would you kill a random person to save a thousand. Or a hundred to save a million? he asked. It was an age old question that many people found difficult to answer.
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Maybe, he said noncommittally. Or maybe we'll all be conquered by bugs and then these problems will be inconsequential, he said, a grim sense of humor underlying his words.
The Jedi just aren't honest with themselves and you're right: they're too stringent with things, he said. He'd studied the Jedi of the High Republic and he'd heard the stories about how even when being acted against with lethal intent, they were often reprimanded for responding in kind. It was the kind of extreme that just wasn't practical, but when did the Jedi ever worry about being practical? You had to go back 1000 years to the last Sith Empire.
I believe you, he said in response to her saying that it wasn't poisoned, but he still did not opt to accept. Now you're catching on. I like to keep the mystique alive, he answered in response to her statement about a snack. It was only one small part joke.
Lots of theoreticals, he finally said after a moment. He knew that nothing real was going to come out of a conversation except perhaps a decision on what to do. With each day that passed and each person he spoke to he wondered if throwing himself fully into the Empire was the proper way. What would he have to do to succeed? How many people would he have to kill? But how many people would he save by doing it? It was that same ruthless calculus of war that he'd been reminded of on Corellia.
But there was no death, there was the Force. The Jedi preached that death was not something to be feared, but then clung to it like it was their only hope. Was that hypocrisy? The Jedi would have said that they don't trade lives, but sometimes not trading lives was trading lives. Choosing inaction was still a choice.
He was reminded once again of the teachings he'd heard from Darth Venator before he became the Jedi Battlemaster. Kill one, terrify one thousand.
Would you kill a random person to save a thousand. Or a hundred to save a million? he asked. It was an age old question that many people found difficult to answer.
@LadyRen