See sometimes I cry about the fall of the Jedi order. and sometimes I wonder how the hell they even lasted that long.
Example one: the Zillo beast
Because this is the logical train of thought: there’s a giant monster who wants to kill everyone, let’s kill him or put him back in the hole.
But noooo. The Jedi council was smoking something good that day and thought: There’s a giant monster that wants to kill everyone. Maybe we should kill it… nahhhh let’s bring it back to the capital so we can maximize damages. Hopefully it eats the chancellor.
Going into the last Bad Batch Eve like…
AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but it’s incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.