That small glimpse of his true Master in Amalia's eyes had given Kahn new hope, and hope is something that no creature can live without.
When Pandora opened her box, letting all the evils escape into the world- Old Age, Disease, Death- she managed to close the lid before Hope could escape. Because without Hope, without that feeling that somehow things will turn out all right, there is no reason for life.
The Jedi Master almost reached out again, an instinctive gesture because he had never been without his Master, not totally without her. But his hand only rose slightly, then drifted back to his side. There was nothing more he could do this time.
Amalia's words were soft, and the wind nearly carried them away. But Kahn heard them, and he took strength from them. The Dark Side would not win, not while there were still those willing to fight it; not while good still lived on inside someone.
I won't give up on you.
It was a thought almost to Kahn himself; if she wished, Amalia would pick it up through the Force. It was a promise, perhaps an echo of the same promise that Amalia might have thought when the two first met. In any case, the Jedi Master turned as well, heading towards the Academy. His blue eyes were clear and determined.
Heroes can be hurt; they can bleed, and they have dreams. It's not their strength, or their power that makes them heroes. It's when all of their dreams are shattered, and they've been badly hurt, and they keep pushing onward; heroes don't give up.
When Pandora opened her box, letting all the evils escape into the world- Old Age, Disease, Death- she managed to close the lid before Hope could escape. Because without Hope, without that feeling that somehow things will turn out all right, there is no reason for life.
The Jedi Master almost reached out again, an instinctive gesture because he had never been without his Master, not totally without her. But his hand only rose slightly, then drifted back to his side. There was nothing more he could do this time.
Amalia's words were soft, and the wind nearly carried them away. But Kahn heard them, and he took strength from them. The Dark Side would not win, not while there were still those willing to fight it; not while good still lived on inside someone.
I won't give up on you.
It was a thought almost to Kahn himself; if she wished, Amalia would pick it up through the Force. It was a promise, perhaps an echo of the same promise that Amalia might have thought when the two first met. In any case, the Jedi Master turned as well, heading towards the Academy. His blue eyes were clear and determined.
Heroes can be hurt; they can bleed, and they have dreams. It's not their strength, or their power that makes them heroes. It's when all of their dreams are shattered, and they've been badly hurt, and they keep pushing onward; heroes don't give up.