It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.
Karen Marie Moning
A strong wind whipped sand up and around them as they followed Ro-Gar to the Tuskan village. Ben was as steady and calm as ever, but Anakin was more than a little nervous. Everyone knew that Sand People were savages and not to be trusted. Ro-Gar, too, seemed nervous.
"Here are we," he said at last. They were standing outside a large dome covered in the skins of some large creature. "Wizard, you come. Boy, you stay."
"Anakin comes with me." Ben's voice was low but as unyielding as permisteel. Ro-Gar shuffled from foot to foot.
"He is no cure," said the Sand Person. "His cannot be here."
"Why?" said Anakin loudly. Ro-Gar shuffled faster, almost as if he was doing a dance.
"Too young," he said. "This is a big place. You are too young for the sand."
"What do you mean?" Anakin demanded.
"It's their religion, Anakin," said Ben calmly.
"Well, it's a stupid-"
"Even if we don't believe, we can still respect the beliefs of others," said Ben. "I'll be right out when I've finished up with this." Ro-Gar seemed to breathe out a sigh of relief, though it was hard to tell beneath his head-wrap.
"Good. That is good. I will wait with your child." Ben, who was already half-way into the dome, stopped and stiffened. For a moment it seemed as though he would turn and say something. But in a moment he had unfrozen and disappeared inside.