Tactus hesitated a moment as the fellow padawan adopted a less aggressive stance and commented on his no longer needing a saber. He extinguished the blade and attached it to his hip. He then looked at the younger padawan and said "Tactus..." As he stepped over the bodies littering the floor into the room. It seemed to Tactus that he had become so used to the smell of burnt flesh he almost didn't notice it in the room. It was rather strong but Tactus didn't exactly have the luxury of caring at the moment. Something that didn't surprise him however was that he had never seen this padawan before. He had been fighting with the clones for so long he hadn't been at the temple much the last few years.

"I suppose we're equals then." Tactus said as he reached his hand up and rolled his braid between his fingers for a moment."It would be best if we stuck together atleast untill we find a ship or more jedi. Have the clones secured the hanger yet? It would be standard procedure for them to do so." Tactus said almost solemnly. He was rather dissatisfied that his command and comradeship with the clones was at an end.