I could have erased this wound in a bacta tank, Zug. Or had my eye replaced with prosthetics. I did not. I kept these scars to remind me: of the eight who fought in the throne room that day, six died. Only one being walked out. The other ran.
I wanted to do Yoda but everyone does Yoda. So I did the next best thing (I hate Yaddle): the Jedi Master and Council Member Even Piell!