No,Obviously not

For a second there,Wex felt a peace he had never felt before.He felt like he was finally free,without any constraints.

He felt a strange feeling of balance, like his troubled past life had'nt even happened.

Suddenly,Wex opened his eyes feeling a strange feeling come into him as he suddenly let himself go off of the **** **** he was held in.

"What?It is not possible. You can't be a **** user too." The hooded figure,frantically paced two steps back in disbeleif. "There's only Luke Skywalker and his padawans who use the **** in the galaxy.You cant be one of them"

Wex felt a strange wrath of fury come upon him as he saw,all the people he loved and grown up with,dead. He saw Pat,too laying ****.

He glared at the hooded figure,with his jaw clenched tightly as he slowly,walked towards him.

The hooded figure,raised his beaming red lightsaber ,prepared to cut Wex's head off,as he did many others before him.