[member="Ronen Jerik"]
Tydus heard the boy talk about the yearning, that was the Dark Side. Something Tydus had to deal with on a daily basis, the dark side was etched into his soul, never would he be able to escape from it as long as he could remember what happened to his family. He hated the world and the people who caused such misery to those around them. Yet he contained that anger and hatred, bottling it up in all the good memories he had build over the years. Satisfying his own need to keep himself from falling to the dark side and becoming a tool of which he disposed. Yet the boy was too young, and he didn't have the strength like his master to keep the boy from falling to the dark side. If this boy became a "Grey Jedi" like himself, he would surly fall to the darkness.
He touched the boys shoulder, softly, "Ignore the yearning child, look deeper into its faint existence, what do you feel, within yourself?" This place was different then most, this one hill, both the light side and dark side, they did not collide against one another, but instead seemed more like danced with one another. They blended to cancel one another out, making a peaceful, neutral vibration rise from a small patch of land near by.
These were not his word, but the words he was taught by a Jedi Healer who trained him on meditation. Back when hatred and fear ran through his veins, were the dark side nearly consumed him with revenge. Her words were like ice to his bruised soul, reminding him of the hope he once had.