Despite his calm exterior, Lun cannot help the tinge of venom that creeps into his words.  "I have never met a Sith, Master S'Jet, and I have never met one of these Crusaders, but I have met men like them," he says, struggling to keep his voice even, "and they are capable of evil just as dangerous as what I've read about from the darksiders of decades ago."  He stops for a moment, takes a sharp breath, and then continues on, placing the anger behind him, surrendering to rationality.  "From all I've heard of the war, darkness is here whether the Council sees it or not.  I cannot see how allowing it to flourish will prevent it from deepening."<br/><br/>He turns his gaze to Shaala.  "My own master does not hold with such a split perspective in the Force itself.  He tells me that there is always a right, and our inability to see it is simply a function of our inability to surrender to the Force's will."  Frowning, he flicks his wrist as though sweeping the thought away.  "Yet I find the thought that there is only one 'right' for all of us unconvincing."  Lun smiles, warming to the subject.  "I know that when I search my feelings, my own future path seems closer to what you describe than to hanging onto vague premonitions."  Of course, the future was ever opaque to Lun, and searching his feelings had the sense of simply assessing himself and his desires, but if he was gifted with the Force, wouldn't its will be that he use those gifts to help others?