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Chervil snickered as his Master proclaimed, rather manner-of-fact-ly, that insulting people would not help him. However, he took the concluding thought to heart, as it was true that opinions were very malleable things. He had often heard stories of how the Jedi would simply remove or change "opinions" of those they encountered with a wave of the hand, though that didn't seem much in line with the way his master talked and acted. Nervously, Chervil wondered if perhaps his own "opinions" were being modified by the man in front of him.
But such paranoid feelings dispersed as they emerged from the temple. Oriatius began to explain some teachings of the force. Chervil found it interesting that neither view of the Force really thought much about Dark and Light. And though his Master seemed to explain as opposing points of view, why were they mutually exclusive. His master continued, expounding upon the teachings by offering either a tale or a piece of history. He proposed a number of questions that were probably meant to be merely rhetorical, but Chervil found them agonizing. Somehow his master had latched onto his previous displeasure.
"Master... If you had asked the Jedi of the prophecy if he had wanted to fall, I'd think he would say 'no.' But then, he had fallen anyway, regardless of whatever choices he had made or how he attempted to be, he found himself where he did not plan to. Perhaps because he was unaware of the far-reaching consequences of the choices he was making. Or perhaps because of the choices of others. It makes me wonder whether the choices we make are of any importance at all, because they would still be part of whatever far-reaching plan has been drawn out for us. I don't want to think about it, but as much as it may seem like it isn't, the future is just as written in stone as the past, isn't it? I mean, choices are important and we make the ones we think are best, but... I didn't choose to be created in the first place, and I certainly didn't will what events transpired to make me the person that I am; the person that will choose to save a group of children. All of that, just sort of... happened. I mean, it all kind of just makes me feel like I'm a piece being moved around in dejarik."
His tone was even, but obviously disgruntled and maybe even slightly angry, or at the very least argumentative or searching. He looked at his Master in earnest, hoping he would exclaim some old teaching that would state one way or another, that fate was pre-determined and not worth worrying over, or that free-will was evident and one had to scrutinize every move in order to ensure that what happened was to one's liking. Perhaps secretly, he even hoped that his Master would wave his hand and remove such "opinions."
But such paranoid feelings dispersed as they emerged from the temple. Oriatius began to explain some teachings of the force. Chervil found it interesting that neither view of the Force really thought much about Dark and Light. And though his Master seemed to explain as opposing points of view, why were they mutually exclusive. His master continued, expounding upon the teachings by offering either a tale or a piece of history. He proposed a number of questions that were probably meant to be merely rhetorical, but Chervil found them agonizing. Somehow his master had latched onto his previous displeasure.
"Master... If you had asked the Jedi of the prophecy if he had wanted to fall, I'd think he would say 'no.' But then, he had fallen anyway, regardless of whatever choices he had made or how he attempted to be, he found himself where he did not plan to. Perhaps because he was unaware of the far-reaching consequences of the choices he was making. Or perhaps because of the choices of others. It makes me wonder whether the choices we make are of any importance at all, because they would still be part of whatever far-reaching plan has been drawn out for us. I don't want to think about it, but as much as it may seem like it isn't, the future is just as written in stone as the past, isn't it? I mean, choices are important and we make the ones we think are best, but... I didn't choose to be created in the first place, and I certainly didn't will what events transpired to make me the person that I am; the person that will choose to save a group of children. All of that, just sort of... happened. I mean, it all kind of just makes me feel like I'm a piece being moved around in dejarik."
His tone was even, but obviously disgruntled and maybe even slightly angry, or at the very least argumentative or searching. He looked at his Master in earnest, hoping he would exclaim some old teaching that would state one way or another, that fate was pre-determined and not worth worrying over, or that free-will was evident and one had to scrutinize every move in order to ensure that what happened was to one's liking. Perhaps secretly, he even hoped that his Master would wave his hand and remove such "opinions."