Location: Hyperspace, within the Unknown Regions
It had taken time and consideration, but Mila finally was ready to confront the situation looming before her. There was conflict and strife etched into the core of her padawan, and as his mother and mentor, it was her job to mend such issues. Seeing as how there was still some time before they arrived back home, there would be no better time to address the issue.
It was only the two of them now, no one to interfere. Master and apprentice, mother to son; just as they had done for years. Moving from her quarters into the cargo hold, she steeled herself for the conversation that would unfold. Dark thoughts had loomed at the back of her mind, and yet she knew there was still faith that this conflict could be resolved. She knew Brahe since he was young, and knew well enough that he had a good heart, but did he truly want to be a jedi? Or was he only trying to mimic his mother figure. It was a difficult idea to fathom, but that might very well be the reality. Stepping into the cargo hold, she could only imagine what the young man was tinkering with at current, but her inflections would be calm and composed. "Brahe, I think we need to talk." Mila started, as her eyes would meet that of her padawan.
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