"Where were these trained fighters when my home burned? Where were they when the CIS and the Mandalorians fought and brought more destruction to Eshan? My people died, my family died. I need to be out there to protect MY people! What happens when the Mandalorians return? Because they always return, look at Umbara and the people who died there. If not the Mandalorians, what happens when the Sith Empire turn their gaze to Eshan? Will you fight for them? I need to be there, but not just there. Other planets are suffering the same way that Eshan had, and we sit here and act as though we protect them. People are still dying, innocent people and no one here cares about them. No one is looking to prevent it by taking the fight to our enemy!" Kat inhaled deeply, she felt frustrated with the Jedi that they didn't stop the Mandalorians, that the Order was just sitting around, twiddling their thumbs waiting to be attacked. "We aren't protecting anyone by sitting around here. I can learn to fight on the field, practical experience that you seem to be unwilling to teach!"
"The Sith are already winning." Kat stated coldly. "By the time you deem me ready, there could be nothing of my people but burnt corpses."
Shaking her head, "anger is an emotion, pain is one, frustration is one. You say one thing but then contradict yourself in the sentence. How can I use my emotions when you want to restrict them. How can I remain calm when these emotions are natural?" Kat growled as she used her frustration to blast the boxes with the Force. "I can make sure they never overwhelm me, that's easy but they will always be there. Sure that you feel anger, frustration and pain. Everyone does. But not everyone lets it rule them like the Sith want." Inhaling deeply, she pulled the boxes back in a calmer manner.
Looking at him, "what now?"