One could say that Ballen-Ist was simply being kind to [member="Aveira Dax"], from the bottom of his pureblooded heart. Unfortunately, one would know that that was complete and utter rubbish. Sure, many could attest that the Red Sith was different than most, but it was all in the way he conducted himself around others. He liked to appear calm and controlled, always in power and never doubtful. His mind was the opposite though, a raging maelstrom of anger summoned by failures of the past, present, and possible future. None of his success mattered if it could not be kept consistent, something he himself failed to do.
If the Zeltron knew anything about Sith, she'd know that some tended to treat life like a game of chess. In this version, there are a lot more pawns, billions, while still only a handful of key players. Aveira, whether she knew it or not, wielded the potential for greatness, much like others that Ballen-Ist had encountered on his journey. She was an interesting individual. Luckily for him, she had simply managed to be at the right place, at the right time. She was quite the looker, too. Nothing more, nothing less. Though he'd never have the patience to explain everything.
"Why am I helping you? Because you allegedly serve me, do you not? I could've sworn you said that," the Sith said cryptically, before continuing, "Now, you are nothing. A pitiful mess, a broken woman. With time however, you may mend," Ballen-Ist said, his tone taking a darker turn as he went on, "Or you will be forever lost. Come." He ordered, standing to his feet as he walked out of the cockpit area. The duo would make their way through the interceptor, until they reached the training area they had previously been in. "We will continue your training, this time in blade work. Any questions?"
