Yeah. A weapon and a tool, a finely calibrated machine... maybe you've seen me with it, I don't know. It looks like a sword with a blade made of blue light.

[She looks a little bit pained. Scout used to have only enthusiasm for her lightsaber. With everything that's happened it's more bittersweet now, with a heavier weight on it.]

It's not that I can't, but I can't - I shouldn't - just ignore it, either. Even if I'm the only one who can carry this tradition, there's nothing forcing me.