Anakin listened, open at first, but by the end of it, his arms were crossed and he had an eyebrow quirked in a challenge.
"Bullshit."
Okay, he paused, held up a finger. "I mean, not that power, uh, force thing, I'll get back to that in a second.
"But this Order and attachment-prohibition thing- this stuff about emotions- Bullshit. I've been in therapy since I was nine and I know this line. Reducing emotions to a binary of good and evil? At best? It's nothing more than an easy way out of mental maturity. At worst, it's used as a weapon to invalidate someone's humanity and screw up their mental health.
"Okay, yes, Sophie's Choice, you pick the kids. I see where you're going with that, and I agree. But love and compassion and forgiveness are just as raw as anger and fear, but fear and anger are no more evil or unnecessary than any other emotion. Hate isn't the opposite of love, apathy is. Actions are what's good or evil.
"And how can what you said before be good- you said only I was on your side in the whole Order? Of how many? Even my own teacher, who I considered like a brother? You said we were like your fathers? Your family? And you left. You were sixteen. A whole Order turned on you, a child. For what, why did they turn on you? A whole Order with such a total system of social rules strong enough to instill in me with one memory a guilt complex over caring about the welfare of a child?
"That is good?" He let that hang in the air. "Bullshit. This is why I don't do religions."