“Do you know what I used this for?” Marchion said, taking a short leap back and holding up the glowing yellow lightsaber. “I cut off your master’s head-tails with it.” A surge of white-hot hatred rushed through Bell, so strong that it took everything he had not to let the emotion swallow him up. He was a Jedi, he was trained, but he was also a person, a young man who had loved his teacher. Jedi were not emotionless automatons. They felt deeply. Want, need, anger and love and hate and fear—Jedi used those feelings to understand the needs of others, to find ways to help them.
