Here, in the Come Around (OPEN)

[Veritas et Lux]

Ursa stood there silently as the two conversed. This fellow, for all of the annoyance that he had caused her had seemed to surprise her yet. Although she didn't let a slither of emotion slip until the very end, she now regretted the strikey comment towards him a few moments ago.
Still though, it was not her place to speak on such matters, despite already knowing of such current affairs.
Her insight would be the possibility of perhaps finding himself, meditating on his master in a place where they used to reside. Perhaps a place where the two had spent time together.

Either way, Ursa would have loved to help but her input was neither asked nor did she wish to get involved so much as to lend advice.

(that is not an OOC invitation through IC words. Don't bring me into this T^T (im assuming now you will to simply get on my nerves... but still) )

 

[GABA]

Sigur felt a wave of self guilt waft off the young man as he struggled to come to terms Tris was hearing. He kept his calm pulsating, he didn’t realize how much this information was affecting the Knight and came to the assumption he must have been close to the former Councilor. However, not even he had a clear answer how the Knight didn’t feel what had been reported in the Force neither.

Sigur went to open his mouth, but paused as the Knight called himself a terrible human being. The Jedi shared a quick glance with his padawan and then refocused on the Knight and spoke.

“Now, humans sometimes do terrible acts, but no human is terrible, isn’t that who we are after all? Human? Not gods or the similar. Just human.” He replied, “Perhaps you were in a situation if you were to felt it, you wouldn’t have been here today. Nothing selfish or terrible in that…” Sigur explained, though ignorance would be his flaw in not knowing about Tris’ selfish tendencies, “…everything happens for a reason Knight Dario, and perhaps there was or is reason in this you learning about this now.”

 

[DeathToll]

"Now...? A reason that I lived persuing my own..., and she... No. I won't say it."

Tris bit his bottom lip, it tucking in, as he refused to accept her death. He decided, here and now, that unless he saw her body, he would not believe it. He would not accept that, after he had acted like an ass, that after they'd survived assured death against the Sith in battle side-by-side, that after they'd met so perfectly, ...that he had traded information of his half-brother's death for her d-. No. He wouldn't say, wouldn't think that word. Not now. Not ever. Not about her. She was alive somewhere. But that didn't stop the guilt from breaking down the damn and flooding his senses. He had failed her either way, and couldn't fathom doing so after Kemp. Letting another face a Sith without his hand beside them, it was a terrible wrong he must right; even if only being there now could somehow make up for it. He couldn't. He had to, somehow; someway.

"I've failed her. I, I... "

Just as he couldn't bring himself to give power to that word, that end, neither could he admit the selfish acts he'd committed to this Master's ears. Though, in fact, he'd sought after information leading to the Sith responsible for Kemp's murder, and had then been held up in Sith territory after digging and searching for so long only to come out empty handed, it still tasted a lie to say it was excuse enough for him not to have been there; and even worse was it for him to try and reason things out by saying that it had happened for a reason beyond his control. HE was in conrol. He had to be, or else he'd have lost her forever.

Tris needed time alone. Though his thoughts, his speech, was almost always about him, though directed at others, this was different. Now his thoughts truly were bending inwards, with blame and eyes stuck on the past. And yet, he was and remains to be a well intensioned man; good-hearted. And his eyes would too split towards the future of what he -could- do, what he was going to do. But he needed time to think on this. He wanted to meditate and seek out his own answers sifting through documented reports and the most minute subtleties of wordings and suggestion. ..It took some restraint as he tensed his jaw and lowered a head to conclude his time here, however welcomed by his adoring fans and somewhat lovingly envious company. There was nothing else on his mind.

"I must bid you farewell, Master. You... should go. You've given me... a lot to reflect on. The Sage Halls are where I need to be ...right now. Tha- ..."

Unable to finish his appreciation, unfelt though neither angered, he just could barely think straight right now; too great a revalation knocking him down to stand on his own two feet. He was tired, dirtied, and feeling a myriad of emotions. He just turned, mid bow, and walked off towards the Temple...