Arching one dark brow, Johte used his thumb to roll the hilt of the Sith's lightsaber over in his palm.<br/><br/>"I kind of like having both of them," he said.  But then, despite his words, he reached out to hand it back to Procion.<br/><br/>"If you hadn't noticed," he added, "we're not all out to kill Sith.  We're not<i>supposed</i>to be out to kill<i>anybody</i>, but some people have the wrong idea about what constitutes the right thing to do.  I'm not like that.  My master wasn't like that.  And believe it or not, Master Satele isn't like that, even though some other members of the Council are."<br/><br/>He wrinkled his nose.  "What was that... 'fuck or fight' thing, anyway? Some kind of test?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>