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Din knew that the man felt anger. They’d talked about it before, during those late nights at the kitchen table: at his masters, at his father, at the Emperor and the Empire. He’d seen the turbulence of it under the surface, the way Skywalker’s jaw tightened as he recounted the past or the way he paused before speaking, as if letting something pass through him. He knew that Skywalker’s anger had mellowed over the years, that it was twinned with compassion, that the desire for revenge he’d felt had transmuted into a desire for active justice. It was the Jedi way, Skywalker explained: to sit with negative emotion and then to move through it, letting it go to be a thing of the past. Over time it became less and less, until it was no longer a burden pressed tight and heavy to the body.
It sounded peaceful.
It sounded hard.
(Or, Din sees Luke angry for the first time.)
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