“Why did you stay?” Gella asked curiously. “You might not understand. You Jedi are not rooted to anything. You’re warriors always going here and there. I’ve now had the pleasure of meeting two Jedi in my life. But it is not so easy to pick up and go.” Another puff of humid air made her voice phlegmier. Gella waited patiently for the Mon Cala to continue. “When I left Mon Cala because of our own civil war, I thought the farther I went, the better I could escape it. But here, there, I cannot escape it. All I can do is root myself like coral trees and live through it because the only other choice
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