elzar mann quotes

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“We need to be clear that the atrocities they’ve committed are unacceptable. If we capitulate now, if we bring them into the fold, aren’t we somehow condoning their actions? Aren’t we sending out the message that violence is as justifiable a path to power as democracy?”

Elzar stepped forward. He grabbed her and kissed her, crushing them together. Avar held on to his wrists and opened up. The kiss lasted only an electric moment before Elzar stumbled away. “I…” He put his hand to his mouth, “I have to go.” Before Avar could reply, he fled.

“When did it get so hard? More than anything I want to show the galaxy that the Jedi, the Republic, are still who we claim to be. The ones who protect them against threats. This isn’t about revenge–” “For you, perhaps,” said Soh, with a bitterness that surprised Elzar.

Reath had heard the stories, of course. He knew that Elzar had made a devastating error, intercepted a Nihil who was trying to help control the station’s descent and, misunderstanding them for a saboteur, had killed them. He’d carried that tragedy around with him for over a year.

She knew Elzar would be torturing himself over the horrible loss of life, too. When he discovered that billions more souls had now been swept into the unwelcome embrace of the Occlusion Zone, she wondered how he would ever recover.

It was all right for Lina Soh to flinch when she heard the staticky voice of Jedi Master Elzar Mann, thin and distant. It was fine for him to be out with the fleet, taking this shot after his last failed attempts to end the Stormwall. He was a Jedi. He belonged with the fight.

“Yeah, you stay in there,” Elzar thought. “It would serve all those gawpers right. Let them peer through their image-lenses and complain to the keeper droids that you were nowhere to be seen. You look after yourself.”

Avar suspected he was considering a use of the Force right then, however - what most Jedi called the mind touch, and he called the mind trick. He found it a more honest way to describe what was actually being done.

As he passed Azlin, the other man reached out and caught Elzar’s arm. His grip was like ice. Elzar shook him off, turning back to regard him. “Elzar Mann?” said Azlin. “I’ve heard your name before.” Elzar stared at the man’s sallow face. “Likewise,” he said, his voice level.

The Force roared around him, crashing waves, and Elzar felt buffeted by the strength of it. His connection to the Force was immediate and vigorous even in this little dark bubble of a closet. If all that was required of Elzar was communion with the Force, he’d be unstoppable.

Elzar was determined not to stop until they’d made sure that the Nameless could never harm another Force user. That there could be no negotiation or compromise as long as the Nihil remained a threat to all beings in the galaxy.

Burryaga yowled in welcome as Bell Zettifar raised a hand in greeting. “Master Elzar, it’s good to see you.” “Good to see you too, you two.” Elzar grinned and stooped to pet the charhound that had just bounded to his side. “Excuse me, Ember. You three.”

“You call the Force an ocean, I call it a song, Stellan called it a galaxy. But it’s all the Force. We’re describing the same thing. Just because mine is the best metaphor doesn’t mean yours isn’t effective.” “The best!” Elzar practically shoved her away.

She picked up a few boxes and a chunk of pink stone in order to make room on a chair. “I don’t have anything to offer you except some blue milk, sorry.” “I’m not thirsty. But are you feeding yourself?” Elzar frowned. The scowl Avon shot him reminded him intensely of Ghirra.

Avar wrinkled her nose dramatically. Elzar wanted to touch his nose to hers, as silly as it sounded. Their fingers were still entwined. Elzar felt almost giddy about it suddenly, like when they were kids.

Elzar hadn’t wanted to share his information on comm. The cryptic reasoning had made Avar want to tease him for trying to be a spymaster, but the stakes were too high. “This isn’t a moment for me to hold back,” he had said. “Maybe that time in my life is over.”

While the others smiled softly, Master Mann frowned so deeply even his beard couldn't hide it. But Ram didn't sense anger. It was more like thoughtful frowning—the expression of someone who carried innocent lives on his shoulders.

“So, what now?” asked Amadeo. “Now I speak with Elzar Mann,” said Reath. He was already heading toward the door. “He’ll get us before the Jedi Council. He’ll know what to do.”

Elzar laughed a little. “I need my feelings. Hope. Compassion. Even if they keep me on the edge—the edge is where I do my best work.”

Jedi Master Elzar Mann was definitely not hiding. He was absolutely not avoiding anything. In the dark of a narrow storage closet on the twenty-seventh floor of the Senate building. He was meditating. A very important part of a Jedi’s day.