"A past without details. I would call that a sad past but that would be a bit cruel of me as even the loneliest of existences have merit and can be appreciated." She moved to sit at the lip of the building, trusting Abigail not to knock her from where she sat and her hand came to rub at her eyes. She was tired, but that was normal for her, and thinking about the past only made her more tired but she had said she would tell the woman more and the woman had told her more than enough.
"Well... to begin what you see is a bit of an illusion these days, two fold. What happened to cause me to use such to retain my appearance like what you see now was rather a mistake of my own. After being more or less raised by the Sith, I began to question their teachings and what I had been told. It wasn't long before I was in a battle against the Jedi and been given a chance to choose for myself what I wanted. Thankfully the Jedi understood and played along with my plan and I was soon freed from things. I didn't join the Jedi though, the Sith's programing kept me afraid of the Jedi for a long time." Her hand ran over her clothing and she looked down.
"After that, things were a bit rough, eventually I was put on trial by the Sith, executed, and returned to this world through the help of a very good friend. It took some time after that, and to be honest I'm about as new to the whole idea of being a Jedi myself, I do apologize if my teachings are a bit off from the main stream."