"I'm not saying any of it makes it right. Or even that he isn't still Sith. None of it's an excuse, just a reason."
Ben sighed -- he wasn't explaining this very well. To himself, never mind to a Mandalorian who probably cared as much about the distinction between Jedi and Sith as he cared about the difference between this planet's regular and diet soda.
Besides, she was just saying what he'd thought a few months ago. Jacen killed his mother, so Jacen deserved to die. But he'd gotten past that, hadn't he? It wasn't a Jedi way of thinking, and he was trying so hard to live up to his Knighting. He couldn't let his emotions be played.
Just like that.
"You don't know anything about what my mom would understand," he said, gritting his teeth and keeping his voice low; he turned to face Mirta properly. But he shifted his hand to grip the bag's strap instead of its opening -- further from his lightsaber. Less temptation. "Look, I'm not saying I won't work against him. And I'm never gonna be his super happy best friend even if he is totally redeemed, and it doesn't sound like he is anyway. I just need to know for sure. I need evidence. Basic police work -- the good kind of police, not the kind Jacen ran."