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If there was one lesson Corin had come to learn in his time with his fellows, it was that their own beliefs differed from his own; whether that said more for them or him, the Padawan refused to decide. His answers were rooted in warfare, in combat, the need to end a confrontation as soon as it started. Some ethical lesson was undoubtedly meaningless in the face of a Sith, their enemies, and the same was to be said for a diplomatic mission. Let the other Jedi handle those duties, Corin often mused, those softer ones unable to stomach the harsher realities. Part of himself considered them beneath him, even at his lowly status of Padawan learner.
His boredom burdened eyes turned over to Iris and with full conviction the words started to flow, "If it works, it works. Violence is an answer, and these days... It's the answer."
He let out a simple nod as his answer to Silas, however.
"Teacher, maybe." Corin chimed in as he continued to look forwards, "But he's a Silver anyways. Traitor suits better."
In all his lazied disinterest, Corin teased a small smirk and let out a huff of air. His own remark amused him rather shamelessly.
Iris Arani Silas Westgard
His boredom burdened eyes turned over to Iris and with full conviction the words started to flow, "If it works, it works. Violence is an answer, and these days... It's the answer."
He let out a simple nod as his answer to Silas, however.
"Teacher, maybe." Corin chimed in as he continued to look forwards, "But he's a Silver anyways. Traitor suits better."
In all his lazied disinterest, Corin teased a small smirk and let out a huff of air. His own remark amused him rather shamelessly.
Iris Arani Silas Westgard