Grey Jedi Padawan/Cinnamon Roll
Kuxirra took the food, nodding in thanks. "I've always been able to feel the Force in places like this, but with the collar...I feel so alone. I can't feel anything. It terrifies me."
Kuxirra took the food, nodding in thanks. "I've always been able to feel the Force in places like this, but with the collar...I feel so alone. I can't feel anything. It terrifies me."
Kuxirra hesitated. "Even if it's criminals, it doesn't feel right selling someone into slavery. But if it helps others..." she nodded reluctantly. "I'll help."
Kuxirra nodded, still uncomfortable about it. "Okay."
Kuxirra nodded as he apologized, picking up the food and eating it without another word
Kuxirra shrugged as she looked around. It looked safe enough, and the weather was clear. "I can sleep outside."
Kuxirra nodded in thanks, reaching out towards the Force, although she couldn't feel it. "Thank you."
Kuxirra weighed her options, closing her eyes to block out distractions. She could run, but without the use of the Force, she didn't know if she could manage. It wasn't that she thought she had to use the Force to survive. The Force was a part of her like her lekku and montrals, like her heart and lungs. She felt she couldn't live without it. Besides, she was fairly certain the collar would shock her. The Togruta was sure she'd be able to survive in the wilderness, but she had nothing to call for help, and the nearest village was far away. She decided she would bide her time.