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OBJECTIVE: III
"That works for staying cold, too, right?"
"Wait, my dear."
Efret seized forward the short distance necessary to try to catch one or both of Zaiya's hands with her own. Regardless of if she succeeded or not, she pulled back just as quickly, only having meant to get Zaiya's attention. Though Efret's vocoder didn't synthesize intonation—just words—her actions clearly conveyed the urgency that had gripped her.
"You must be very careful when you try that," she explained more calmly, though her eyebrows were still slightly knit together. "Cold is a sensation that for some reason is more aligned to the Dark side than the Light." She didn't know for certain why that was. Too much cold could cause death, but so could too much heat. She only knew that it seemed to be the case. Some things were like that, at least until they were figured out. "There is a Dark side power called cryokinesis. Its purpose is to draw heat away from a target to kill. It's different from tapas because the target is other rather than self, but cold tapas has similar dangers. I have heard of accidents where Jedi's attempts to cool themselves or another get away from them, and the results..." She couldn't bring herself to make the signs for frostbite and mummification, not for fear of the potential outcomes but for want not to needlessly distress the two. "...Well, I don't mean to scare you. Nor dissuade you. Only to protect you."
She continued quickly, hoping not to allow their thoughts to linger, imaginations wander: "When recalling a memory of cold, select one that doesn't also invoke fear. That emotion can easily tempt bad outcomes, though it doesn't always. Still, it is best to be safe rather than sorry. The first time you saw snow, perhaps? Or saw your reflection in a perfectly-formed icicle? Do either of you have memories like that?" She looked from Zaiya to Aris.
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