"The Shyyyo from Kashyyyk. The locals see them as protectors of the forest," he smiles, though there's something a little sad, "There's only one left. I had the great honor of meeting her and riding on her back through the forest."

Despite everything else that was going on then... That moment soaring above the trees had been nothing short of magical. He felt a connection with that bird. They were both survivors.

"To answer your question though... yes and no," he laughs awkwardly, "I'd guess that for as long as people have been able to use the Force there has been debate over its true nature by people who have spent a lot longer thinking about then I have. I'd say it's a mystery but it more like a thousand times a thousand loosely connected mysteries all tangled up in an impossible mess. When I use the Force though? It doesn't feel like borrowing anything. It's an extension of myself."