“You walked out on us in the middle of a war—a war we have to fight.” He’s puzzled, resentful—scared. “How could you betray us like that?” I wonder who he means by we: Jedi, or clones? “I left because it’s wrong.” I shouldn’t have to tell him that. “Because you’re using a slave army to do it. Because there’s no point fighting one kind of evil if you replace it with your own brand.” Get specific. Get personal. Don’t give him a chance to look away from his conscience. “You, personally. You make that choice each morning. A belief you suspend when it suits you isn’t a belief. It’s a lie.”
