Another planet, another life entirely. One devoid of all attachment. Of all emotion- feel, but do not be ruled by them. Live to learn to use your talents for the betterment of The Republic, to protect those that cannot protect themselves. It...wasn't terrible. But it wasn't home. And after ten years training with the Order? Nowhere was home again. It's something of a nomadic organization.

I trained. Studied. Learned. Until I was twenty three. Just before the trials, tests Jedi take to prove they are worthy of knighthood. I would have passed.

...I simply didn't care to.