Giving the doctor a sympathetic look, the Jedi nods in understanding. “I know. And it’s almost never intentional. Part of our training is learning how to control that aspect of ourselves. Though to do so completely would compromise who we are. It would be like asking us to walk with our eyes closed or ignore someone yelling in your ear. The only way to do so would be to cut myself off from the Force entirely.” Something he isn’t willing to do. Not here at the very least. It was one of the few comforts he had from the life he knew.

“Though if you wish me to not… call you out. I can promise that much. Though I only ever want to help.” But he knows that people didn’t always want help. With McCoy he felt the need to be honest, but will respect his wishes to the best of his ability.

McCoy’s words of understanding drew another nod. One of sorrow and regret. “I told you about my people didn’t I? How they were hunted down and slaughtered?”