Luke's hand kept straying back to the lightsaber at his waist as he glanced over at Jo while they walked through the quiet town. "So what are we going to do with him if we find him?" he asked quietly.
Jo fingered the hilt of her knife even as she tightened her grip on the stake she was carrying. "I'm a big fan of killing evil things. Tends to be a permanent-type solution."
"But he wasn't evil two days ago," Luke replied, eyes going wide as a breeze rustled dead leaves close by. "People don't generally have a switch or something, do they?"
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Permanently optimistic Luke.
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