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The creature hobbled over to his bed, still chuckling and, with great effort, laydown. "Soon will I rest. Yes, forever sleep. Earned it, I have." Luke shook his head. "You can't die, Master Yoda—I won't let you." "Trained well, and strong with the Force are you—but not that strong! Twilightis upon me, and soon night must fall. That is the way of things…the way of theForce." "But I need your help," Luke insisted. "I want to complete my training." Thegreat teacher couldn't leave him now—there was too much, still, to understand. Andhe'd taken so much from Yoda already, and as yet given back nothing. He had muchhe wanted to share with the old creature. "No more training do you require," Yoda assured him. "Already know you thatwhich you need." "Then I am a Jedi?" Luke pressed. No. He knew he was not, quite.Something still lacked.