Failure Is Not Fatal
Jacen was particularly glad that he hadn't brought his son here. The young Silver Jedi had reminded him of Trextan and if he'd been here the lad probably - almost certainly - wouldn't have been able to hold his tongue. And then a pretty young Jedi was asking for help in destroying dark artefacts. He would have volunteered for that too. Trextan was just as reckless as he had been at that age. What made it worse was that he was more powerful than Jacen had even been yet possessed much less control. No, better that he was on tatooine doing some soul searching.
Jacen had remained silent through proceedings, even when they had discussed where to move the holocrons. He didn't want to appear to be steering the decisions or interfering. He had come here with one purpose. Jacen was the guardian of two of the most extensive holocrons in Jedi history. Like the others available to the Jedi Academy network, Jedi Orders who could be trusted via the library network.
"There are plenty who will offer knowledge to those who seek it for the right reasons," he spoke out. He wore nothing more than simple robes and had never been a particularly imposing figure.
Jacen had remained silent through proceedings, even when they had discussed where to move the holocrons. He didn't want to appear to be steering the decisions or interfering. He had come here with one purpose. Jacen was the guardian of two of the most extensive holocrons in Jedi history. Like the others available to the Jedi Academy network, Jedi Orders who could be trusted via the library network.
"There are plenty who will offer knowledge to those who seek it for the right reasons," he spoke out. He wore nothing more than simple robes and had never been a particularly imposing figure.
