The moment Obi-Wan heard that, he sprang up. "What happened? What dark side power?!"
Amir: "…I think I said it… alright, I didn't."
By the time Obi-Wan reached Level 101, Amir had already been pushed to his limit by Sidious. Every ounce of strength was spent. The dark side power had been blown apart by Amir's will at the edge of death, dispersing like a receding tide.
"What exactly happened?" Obi-Wan pressed.
Amir, helpless, explained in detail what had happened after he encountered Sidious. In earlier discussion, he'd brushed the fighting aside in a few lines.
When Obi-Wan finished listening, he stared at Amir, still shaken. "Thank the Force you resisted, Amir. Otherwise… I don't even want to imagine it…"
"Good thing you showed up and pulled me out," Amir joked. "I still haven't learned how to become a Force spirit yet. Dying now would've been a pretty bad deal."
He didn't want Obi-Wan to carry more guilt over this.
"Alright," Obi-Wan said, smiling in relief. "So I finally saved you once as your Master."
"Do you feel anything abnormal in your Force perception now?" Obi-Wan asked, still uneasy.
Qui-Gon leaned in as well, clearly concerned. History held countless examples of Jedi who fell to the dark side, but very few who returned to the light. The records were sparse.
They could all describe the dark side in theory—based on records, on watching Sith, on what their teachers said. They understood it in outline. But what it truly felt like, in a concrete sense, none of them could fully answer.
"In meditation, I can feel it," Amir said. "The dark side is hiding inside me. It didn't vanish completely." That was his greatest worry.
Ever since waking on Gudrian, he'd been reaching for the Force in meditation. On the surface, his Force felt no different than before. But when he probed deeper, beneath the light-side currents there was a dim, impenetrable darkness concealed at the bottom.
Hearing that, both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon frowned.
Amir continued, "But it doesn't make me feel sick. If anything… I can 'see' more."
"'See'?" Qui-Gon asked. "You mean…"
"The knowledge within the Force," Amir said. "Before, I could only find patterns of light and balance in the Force's movement—like things growing, blooming, bearing fruit; like stars turning and planets orbiting."
"Death, severing, collapse—those areas covered by the dark side, in my senses, were like disgusting, icy filth. I felt discomfort, even rejection. Getting close felt dangerous."
"But now… I can observe them more calmly. I can even see the patterns inside them."
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon fell silent. At last, Qui-Gon returned from his thoughts and said, "I can't see your future clearly. But in your Force, I feel stability and balance."
Obi-Wan still felt uneasy and cut in. "Understanding the dark side won't—"
Qui-Gon didn't let him finish. "I spoke with Master Yoda. Too many of our failures came from treating the dark side as taboo. To avoid falling, we refused to understand it at all. And that meant when we—and our apprentices—drifted toward darkness without realizing it, we couldn't even recognize what was happening."
"When I was young, the death of a close friend once clouded my mind. In anger, I walked the road of vengeance. I didn't notice what was happening to me at all. I was fortunate—just before I fell, that dead friend called to me through the Force and brought me back."
"Under emotional pressure, dark side power multiplies. Impulse and obsession replace reason. But if we already understood the dark side, wouldn't we be able to recognize our state at the moment darkness begins to sprout—and stop it in time?"
Obi-Wan absorbed the words, but his caution remained. "The dark side is too dangerous. Under emotional influence, even if you're warned, you often can't feel your own change. In a short time, you become someone else entirely!"
He thought of Anakin Skywalker—his own apprentice. Even Obi-Wan, the teacher, didn't know when it began; he only knew that at some point, darkness had swallowed Anakin whole.
Qui-Gon didn't answer Obi-Wan directly. He looked at Amir instead.
"But you can sense it clearly, can't you?"
Amir listened, replaying the process in his mind, and nodded silently.
Still, he began carefully examining his own desires and emotions. At the time, everything had felt fine—but had he truly been affected? He had never seriously checked.
To be blunt: compared to Obi-Wan, Amir didn't resemble a "traditional" Jedi. On Coruscant—rest, play, good food—he had never deliberately restricted those thoughts. Whether happy, sad, or angry, he hadn't deliberately suppressed them either.
He liked these desires without becoming addicted to them. It was more like tasting and moving on, not obsession. Power, strength, even immortality—none of that mattered that much to him. If there was anything he truly insisted on, it was bringing peace to the galaxy, and protecting Alderaan—the world he'd admired for so long.
He couldn't exactly fall to the dark side, become a Sith Lord, then "resolve" that obsession by ending the Sith and quietly running off to farm on Alderaan.
Thanks, dark side. Please convert me faster.
So in that respect, Amir didn't detect any obvious change—no sudden overpowering hunger for something.
The other, more important part for Amir was emotion.
To him, emotion was the natural expression of feeling—the most interesting and beautiful part of life. He couldn't bear to discard it completely. And precisely because of that, he worried the dark side might exploit the gap.
Almost no one can truly discard emotion.
Even in love alone—setting aside whether Master Yoda stayed "solo" for nine centuries—Obi-Wan could hardly claim he'd fully let go of Duchess Satine of Mandalore. Decades earlier, Obi-Wan had even been willing to leave the Jedi Order for her.
Qui-Gon's own near-fall, by his account, had been triggered by the death of that friend—a female Jedi he loved and who loved him back: Tahl. After Tahl died on a mission, Qui-Gon was blinded by rage and consumed by vengeance. At the moment he was about to kill his enemy, the dead Tahl called to him through the Force, stopping him and pulling him back from the brink.
And Anakin Skywalker—there wasn't even a need to speak. His love for Padmé was a tragedy that tore the heart.
On the surface, these events looked like emotion drawing Jedi closer to darkness.
But was that truly the essence of it?
Amir had asked himself that question countless times.
Yes—someone who saw through everything, who had no desire, who was detached from emotion, who followed only the Force—could indeed resist the dark side completely and become immensely powerful. Master Yoda was the exemplar. Every excellent quality of the Jedi shone through him. Calling him one of the greatest Jedi was not exaggeration.
If every Jedi had Master Yoda's state of mind, the Order would have been untouchable.
But most people couldn't do it.
Especially young Jedi.
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