He lifted his head and the stick angled to poke Obi-Wan in the shin. "Especially the darkness in ourselves, young one. Of the dark side, despair is."
The simple truth of this called to him. Even despair is attachment: it is a grip clenched upon pain.
Slowly, very slowly, Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered what is was to be a Jedi.
I read this book because I heard the book was better than the movie. Success! A low bar, for sure. But this book made me ache -- why wasn't the movie better? It's a great story. Very sad, but psychologically and historically very interesting.
The brighter the light, the darker the shadow...