Bruce's eyes glazed over after listening to Luke's instruction. Once again, his mind traveled back in time, when his nomadic tendencies were still new. For a time, his style of combat had been not unlike Jenso's natural inclination toward force. He'd been exceedingly furious, and such a style found him as the aggressor in several situations that didn't necessarily end favorably for him, or for the innocent parties that were involved. The result of a particularly gruesome consequence of his actions were what bred caution in his own style of fighting. The consideration of returning to that frame of mind put Bruce ill at ease.
Yet, the Order would have no innocents among them.
[color=0072bc][i]'If it means the difference between failure and victory, I'll take any steps I have to.'[/i][/color] Bruce thought.
Bruce nodded at Luke to show his appreciation and comprehension of the lesson. He rested his hand on his sheath- there was still much work to be done.