New Viggie: Anger Is An Energy
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lazypadawanAnger Is An Energy
Starring: Anakin Skywalker
Rated PG
He knows it's wrong. He'd been taught his whole life, or close to it, that a Jedi didn't let anger control him. It was supposed to just wash over him like a wave over a rock, gone as quickly as it came. And he always tried to do just that.
But he'd learned something he never shared with Obi-Wan and certainly not with any other Jedi. Anger sometimes made everything clear. Anger could bring order to the chaos within him. It told him the right course of action. It told him what was just. It focused him like nothing else did. It banished his fear and that made him feel powerful. In control.
Whenever he saw Ahsoka's temper flare, he automatically did what he'd been taught and sought to extinguish her anger. Especially if it was directed at him. But a part of him wanted to teach her, "This is how you make it useful."
Padmé had told him on that awful day when he'd returned with his mother's body to be angry was to be human. So beautiful and wise. She was something else the Jedi didn't fully understand because they try so hard to deny what was human. Being in her arms was the only other thing in the universe that made sense. In fact, love made even more sense than anger...
"I'm no fool. I learned something from Tatooine and Geonosis." Anger, when uncontrolled, unfocused, and matched with inexperience, could be destructive. The shame of what happened with the Sand People still haunted him and his flexing artificial hand were testaments to those bitter lessons. Now he knew better. Anger had to be an ally who rarely visits and only when needed. It must be wielded with the precision of a lightsaber.
So far, it has served him well.
Starring: Anakin Skywalker
Rated PG
He knows it's wrong. He'd been taught his whole life, or close to it, that a Jedi didn't let anger control him. It was supposed to just wash over him like a wave over a rock, gone as quickly as it came. And he always tried to do just that.
But he'd learned something he never shared with Obi-Wan and certainly not with any other Jedi. Anger sometimes made everything clear. Anger could bring order to the chaos within him. It told him the right course of action. It told him what was just. It focused him like nothing else did. It banished his fear and that made him feel powerful. In control.
Whenever he saw Ahsoka's temper flare, he automatically did what he'd been taught and sought to extinguish her anger. Especially if it was directed at him. But a part of him wanted to teach her, "This is how you make it useful."
Padmé had told him on that awful day when he'd returned with his mother's body to be angry was to be human. So beautiful and wise. She was something else the Jedi didn't fully understand because they try so hard to deny what was human. Being in her arms was the only other thing in the universe that made sense. In fact, love made even more sense than anger...
"I'm no fool. I learned something from Tatooine and Geonosis." Anger, when uncontrolled, unfocused, and matched with inexperience, could be destructive. The shame of what happened with the Sand People still haunted him and his flexing artificial hand were testaments to those bitter lessons. Now he knew better. Anger had to be an ally who rarely visits and only when needed. It must be wielded with the precision of a lightsaber.
So far, it has served him well.
