Trys switched it back on, though she stared down at it. She listened to his explanation about the blade being alive. She couldn’t imagine that to be the case, but she knew that Force users were deeply connected to their blades. Trys felt it hum in her hand, looking over as Talak ignited his blade and moved it around.
“It’s different when you do it,” She said as she watched him, “You look like you’re doing nothing different than when you were painting. It’s almost artistic and graceful,” Trys looked down at the blade in her hand, scoffing, “When I do it, it looks like I’m chopping wood with an ax,” She stared at the hilt in her hand for a long time, “But I don’t think this will ever feel like an extension of me. It gives me a feeling of unease that I can’t explain,” She almost said it felt as if it didn’t want her to use it, but that felt entirely too silly.
Trys realized he was standing closer to her now, and she looked at him for a moment before switching off the blade. She actually despised how strange the dynamic felt between them - it had been so natural before, and now even for all her cold and closed off self, she was having trouble adapting. This impacted her more than she would ever admit, and she had to keep reminding and convincing herself of the original reasons she had pushed him away.
She started walking and followed him towards the edge of the cliff. Trys started moving after he did, moving a lot slower. She felt her feet slip a bit a few times, and she was certainly a lot less surefooted than him. Trys could see him easily move over to the ledge, and it was a small gap that looked questionable to her. She stared at him and then the gap, “Well, if I don’t make this, it’s been nice knowing you,” Trys called out to him with a grimace.
Without saying another word, she lurched forth in an attempt to jump over to the ledge. Her foot slipped slightly as she leaped off, but she hoped to try and snag the opposite edge to hoist herself up.