"That would count as a good one too, yes," Altair agreed, with a slight nod of the head. Choosing something different or dead, then. The only two possibilities for a good Templar. He could live with that, since it meant that it was unlikely that they'd ever kill a good one, since a good one would no longer act as the true believers did, Altair imagined.

"Were there any flowers near here?"

That was difficult to tell with just the Force as his guide. He could tell when there were obstacles in his way, but telling the difference between grass and flowers when just passing through an area was a bit beyond even him.