The Young Padawan was not fazed by the warnings of Mi’la. Her jubilation was absolute. She knew her Master merely wanted to protect her from inevitable valley to come, but Rivenna felt the need to compartmentalize. Life was short, and the thrills needed to be embraced as much as the sorrows. Or how else was one to endure existence? Pleasure and Pain were twins, much like The Light and the Dark. They fed on each other, and sentients sway beneath their trees.