Kana Truden
Wandering Healer
Kana and her dumb tongue. She bit down on the urge to let her eyes be thrown wide in surprise at what the girl had just counted as 'things.' Part of Kana had to admit she expected it to be a 'what', and that the what were literal monsters, not figurative ones. Trandoshan slavers were scum, Kana had taken out more than a few slavers in her time, but she also had a good thirty years or so on this kid.
"Well, good." Kana said and turned serious. "Slavers are a blight upon the galaxy, they create pain and suffering where they go. But there are several things about what you said that we need to discuss."
It was true, the first one was...
"You are never not strong enough, Kyra." Kana said and broke protocol by placing her hand on the girl's shoulder again. "Painful as it is, part of the Jedi way is to sacrifice. It doesn't make our cause more righteous, or important, but it does mean that we need to be willing to lay our lives down for something greater than ourselves should the situation demand it. Now, you were faced with a very bad situation, okay? And I don't blame or judge you for what you did, but it does come with... A need for understanding, contemplation, and learning."
Kana could recognize this fear, it was something she felt fairly certain most Padawans went through at one point or the other. It was the sense of knowing that you could die despite the wish not to. Few people wanted to die, and in reality maybe it was more of something Kana had come to embrace in her older days. She had served a purpose, one that was grander than the one she had now. In many ways she felt done with her lot, made her peace.
Kyra was still young though, it wasn't right to ask her to get herself killed for a cause like this. At least not in Kana's mind. The general being-a-Jedi community most likely disagreed with her however. They usually did when she voiced her opinion on the matter. Apparently wars couldn't be won by the old guard exclusively.
"Do you meditate a lot, kid?" Kana finally said and withdrew her hand from Kyra's shoulder. "I didn't when I was your age, but well... With age come wisdom or some delusion of such."
"So, well, do you?"
"Well, good." Kana said and turned serious. "Slavers are a blight upon the galaxy, they create pain and suffering where they go. But there are several things about what you said that we need to discuss."
It was true, the first one was...
"You are never not strong enough, Kyra." Kana said and broke protocol by placing her hand on the girl's shoulder again. "Painful as it is, part of the Jedi way is to sacrifice. It doesn't make our cause more righteous, or important, but it does mean that we need to be willing to lay our lives down for something greater than ourselves should the situation demand it. Now, you were faced with a very bad situation, okay? And I don't blame or judge you for what you did, but it does come with... A need for understanding, contemplation, and learning."
Kana could recognize this fear, it was something she felt fairly certain most Padawans went through at one point or the other. It was the sense of knowing that you could die despite the wish not to. Few people wanted to die, and in reality maybe it was more of something Kana had come to embrace in her older days. She had served a purpose, one that was grander than the one she had now. In many ways she felt done with her lot, made her peace.
Kyra was still young though, it wasn't right to ask her to get herself killed for a cause like this. At least not in Kana's mind. The general being-a-Jedi community most likely disagreed with her however. They usually did when she voiced her opinion on the matter. Apparently wars couldn't be won by the old guard exclusively.
"Do you meditate a lot, kid?" Kana finally said and withdrew her hand from Kyra's shoulder. "I didn't when I was your age, but well... With age come wisdom or some delusion of such."
"So, well, do you?"