Miranda
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Hamara frowned momentarily as Anner began laughing, she still wasn't sure what to make of the Vahla and her skewed perception of...everything. "They aren't my words, unfortunately...they are words from a wise Jedi Master from the histories", she still looked out of the window, feeling somewhat vexed. "But of course, you probably would just think that such words were tainted by the writing of history...that the Jedi Master was the victor and whom he wrote about was the villain", she sighed for a moment, "if only everything were as black and white as you seem to see things". Since time immemorial, the paradox of fighting war in order to achieve peace had remained one of the greatest mysteries of the universe. Hamara could not answer the question. "I'm not sure why war even exists...I can only assume that it is the nature of all things, to fight. To survive. Who can really say? Such things are contrary to what I have learnt here at the Temple. Peace should just be peace...but nothing is as base and facile as that it would seem.".