Rhemti had been about to, well not argue but ask more questions, until Kahlil gave him just the right answer he was looking for. All of him. Got it. That narrowed it down. Sort of? Rhemti scrapped everything, emptying, blocking it all, even Kahlil unfortunately as he just.... concentrated. Calm, focused, on himself, his own energy, using that energy, himself, much like a barrier against that cold, almost suffocating dryness that surrounded them.
Kahlil had called it 'the Dark'. Rhemti wanted nothing to do with it. If it was something Khalil didn't trust, then Rhemti didn't either, even if at this moment it was just partial blind faith and trust in his Master.
Good thing for Rhemti, focusing on the force, on himself, all of that; it was something he'd practiced on his own ever since his first lesson with Master Noble. And if that's what his Master instructed him to do, then he'd do it.
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