Oren would peer towards his student, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the way she was acting, her ideas and thoughts. He wanted to call her out and say that she had failed his teachings or failed to listen, but he knew that it would do little good in this situation and that in the end she needed help, not to be reprimanded. "Do you think I'm calm?" He'd ask quietly, "I still feel pain, I feel the hurt, and I feel guilt because of her death. I'm trying to let go, and it's not easy...But, you know that I won't be here forever and Rynn won't either...death is a natural part of life, the Jedi of old forbid relationships because of the threat of attachments. Attachments have the possibility of becoming a dependency that molds your heart into jealousy, and that jealousy will lead to anger and resentment and it will eat you up inside..You must learn to let go of everything that you hold dear."
The Jedi would shift towards her, ignoring the comment of his crystal, understanding that it was down out of a moment of emotion. "To love means you must be willing to let go, leave and meditate on this, consider the problems you are facing and I will come find you, and we will discuss these problems.." His words were more of a command than a suggestion, he'd wait for her to leave as he sighed--frustration building up and the stress of it all.
I really miss you, all this kriff going on...You always knew what to say, to get me through this Nashyr...I love you and I miss you. He'd take a deep breath as he let the stress bubble up, feeling it and accepting it the best he could before breathing it out. He considered the words of the puzzle, and knew what had to be done, and with Nara's incident he knew the puzzle only had one more shot.
Placing his hand along the box he'd clench his eye shut as he breathed, feeling the pain of Ifrane itself, the screams of the people, the burning lava, flashes of Tie-Fighters and Star Destroyers looming over the planet, death and decay. He'd breath it in, taking the pain as his teeth clenched as a burning sensation ran up his arm and hand. And within an instant it was over and the box would slowly glow and hum to life. It would slowly open to display the moon of Lotho Minor, and one word: Resilience...
What it could mean, and what he could face, he had no idea to be exact. He'd pack the new found data and would begin to work on forging his new blade together, a sharp sigh escaping his lips as he contemplated on Nashyr and this information. He wouldn't take Nara with him, he'd ask that man--the one that helped them, whatever was waiting on this planet, he'd be willing to see what the man was about, and if together they could secure whatever was waiting for them..
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