"It is the farthest thing from native that you can imagine," Kes said,
running his hands over the bark. "It was a gift. From Luke Skywalker, when
we retired." He turned his head to look at Finn, as if gauging his reaction.
"It was one of two cuttings rescued from the tree that once sat in the Jedi
Council. The last force-sensitive tree in the Galaxy. It was meant to be a
sign of the forged peace - of the end of the war, of the return of hope."
He turned back to look at it, his expression turning sad. "But it never
ends."
He let his hand fall as he turned and walked toward the complex.
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"It is the farthest thing from native that you can imagine," Kes said, running his hands over the bark. "It was a gift. From Luke Skywalker, when we retired." He turned his head to look at Finn, as if gauging his reaction.
"It was one of two cuttings rescued from the tree that once sat in the Jedi Council. The last force-sensitive tree in the Galaxy. It was meant to be a sign of the forged peace - of the end of the war, of the return of hope." He turned back to look at it, his expression turning sad. "But it never ends."
He let his hand fall as he turned and walked toward the complex.