Well, that served Sam right, she supposed. She came to the Dojo and found herself surrounded by Jedi masters.

Not that she didn't appreciate the insight.

She just didn't enjoy feeling stupid. That pride was there. Whether she wanted to own up to it or not.

She tossed the staff up an inch or so and caught it in both hands, feeling the weight of it. A new kind of gravity. "I don't wanna kill anyone," she muttered. "That should probably go without saying but. I said it."