Anakin was quiet as he tried to figure out what to say. There were many things he could say, but would it be right to say it. He still was unsure if he was in a paradoxical situation where everything he did had an infinite number of terrible, unforeseeable ramifications. If he said the wrong thing, could he really talking himself out of existence? Like Back to the Future?
But... everyone died at some point. And if what he said helped, wasn't that worth it?
Making the choice to say something was like stepping off the ledge. But he liked that feeling of freefall.
"Everything is stacked against you," he finally said. "Nothing you do is enough because you don't know what enough is to try to give it. You cannot win this war with the resources you have because you don't even know who you're actually fighting against. You can't balance the Force because not even the Jedi Order has a clue what balance is. You can't be truthful because the Jedi raise children to be compliant, not honest. And they can't help you with your feelings because they don't even know where to start."
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But... everyone died at some point. And if what he said helped, wasn't that worth it?
Making the choice to say something was like stepping off the ledge. But he liked that feeling of freefall.
"Everything is stacked against you," he finally said. "Nothing you do is enough because you don't know what enough is to try to give it. You cannot win this war with the resources you have because you don't even know who you're actually fighting against. You can't balance the Force because not even the Jedi Order has a clue what balance is. You can't be truthful because the Jedi raise children to be compliant, not honest. And they can't help you with your feelings because they don't even know where to start."