The mantra drifted through Luke Skywalker's mind like a glow-rod in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk. He had memorized the precept after finding a copy of the Jedi Code decades ago, on Ossus. Or was it Coruscant? It had all been so long ago. Soon, Luke would join him. This he knew. He was dying. Luke’s smile remained, despite the pain it caused him. He found he no longer feared death. He had faced it so many times already, the concept was almost familiar to him. Besides which...a Jedi knew no fear. Not as long as the Force was with him. He was not alone. Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, closed his eyes.