Cabas' demonstration is finished. He bids the guards that the Force be with them and then brings you to the lift. It takes some time for the lift to return, but once it does, Cabas brings it back up to the Jedi Temple and dismisses you to your quarters to contemplate and medidate.
"The sooner this troubled moment is past, the better," Cabas says, with a reassuring smile. But he still looks as if he is feeling his age creeping up on him.
But contemplation and medidation are not on your mind, Xavier, as you sit in this room of yours.
Firstly is the Council's decision NOT to pursue Friste. You have a terrible feeling that it will not be any great length of time before Friste is ready to strike back at Republican civilians. Someone must stop him.
Second... councilling? Already this room feels like one of those cells in the secretive, locked-away dungeon, for you know that rarely will you be allowed to leave it if you are to be considered a potential danger. You could not stand it.
Xavier tries to focus on his Master's words, but the walls feel like they are closing in. He knows they are not, but he can not shake his mind of it.
Logically placing potential threats away is a wise decision, especially when you can not kill them. Yet something continues to nag in his mind.
What is the matter. Is it the fact that you can not grasp why the Counsel would want to free slaves while doing the same to others. Why let Friste go but not them. What gives them the right!.
No that isn't it though is it? You lack the attachment needed to be concerned with what other people decide. No it is the fact you don't know the difference between those people and the ones you "saved". They mean nothing to you. Cabas and other Jedi feel the difference, but you don't. They are all just pieces of meat aren't they, resources for us to use.
That makes you wonder whether we shall get our own cozy little cell soon huh.
Xavier sits down. One face pops over and over into his head. That of the former Jedi Friste Tem.