Everything was entirely strange upon this ship. The bed too soft, the room too big, things were too bright. All in all? Mor’gann was disconcerted by the actions of this strange family. She remained thus far because they were trapped together in space, but was thinking of what it would be like to be on another planet with unease. Were all off-worlders so strange and different? As talkative and flighty as the ‘Aunt’, a term she had come to learn was meaning father’s sister, or as impossible to read as Airus? Codari was well enough, a useful source of information and someone she felt she could best. An odd thing as she could not best his father who had the same condition. Something the youth had said stuck with the slight woman. [i] ““Not to mention like me... He can see through walls, darkness, even see hidden objects on your person.”[/i] What had he meant by that? Both could see without their eyes as their sire could? It was a strange and unnerving thought and left her with no way to conceal in the physical if such was the case.

Meditating on the matter, she perched on the desk. She needed a weapon and something better than the relic she had clung to. It had power but it was pale in comparison to what was on this ship. A few days of food and proper bathing had rid the muck of Dxun from her and she was not going to miss the murk of her home planet. There was nothing that would rid her of the scars that littered her body or her yellow eyes, but such was life. Still… Nothing here made sense, though if she was to learn… At least it was not under constant threat. Or was that a detriment? Dxun had been ruthless and with reason. The weak or stupid died quickly. Would this new Elder be different? An easier trainer of youths or harder? Remembering how he had laid a hand upon her head, she felt her face twitch in irritation. Was he so assured of himself to be so reckless? What sort of power did that take to be so?

The sound of a staff thumping along the halls. As Airus walked to the room of their guest. Sparks whirring the little droid had loved this part. “It is time for training Mor'gann I want to see what you can do with that saber.” She heard his voice as the door opened and he waited for her to answer him. 

She realized if he could see through walls and such she'd never have privacy that a room normally affords her. “Come. We have room in the hangar bay for you to practice.”

Privacy was a novelty to someone who had to be wary about attacks from rivals or anyone who wanted a piece of what she had. Her body uncoiled as she stepped from her seat upon the desk. “So be it.” Her tone was emotionless and could be considered cold, though in truth she was trying to be meek. Not wanting to find herself on the outs with the man upon his ship. It would hardly go well if that happened. Her hand sliding the old weapon into her sash. Her gaze flickered to the odd droid at his side. “Where-?” Was the hangar, she let the rest of the sentence fall off as she followed after Airus, her footsteps near silent on the ship.

Airus slowly moved, soft steps interrupted by the thump of that heavy staff. They proceeded down a set of stairs and towards a great empty room. Fighters from his days with the Rebels littered some working, some being repaired, some scraps of barely held together junk. “I will start you with something all younglings learn.” And something that will give you a way to understand me, he thought. Stepping away from her as he moved towards three little black spheres... And a pilot's helmet. 

“You will learn to feel the world. Let go and understand without eyes how to trust the force.”

Trust the Force… The feeling about her, yes. She understood that, though she hardly said that. The hints of danger, the feel in the air. Looking over at the pilot helmet and the black spheres, she could not comprehend what they had to do with this training. Mostly because training had consisted of people trying to kill each other on Dxun.

Airus slowly picked up the helmet. His gloved hands running over it slowly, it had been Varina's once... During the clone wars. Now it serves as a training implement rather than any practical use. How he wanted to relive the warmth of campfires and talking with clones long since dead... But that would not be the memory engraved upon this helmet. Turning he engaged the blast shield, then tossing each sphere they began to hover. 

“These droids will fire at you... Your saber reflects their shots when placed within its path.” He stepped over and placed the helmet upon her head. “Can you see?”

When the helmet was placed over her head, Mor'gann froze shifting from relying on her sight. So she was to reflect the fire of the droids? “No.” Her voice was tense as she answered the question, easing the saber from her sash. “Not at all.”

“Good. Turn on your saber, take your stance. Sense the world. Feel the shifts and movements. Do not resist it, let it guide your actions.” Airus spoke, placing a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. “It will be a light sting. Nothing painful enough to last.” He waited for her to ready then whistled the first droid shifting an pitch elevation in front of her.

Her frame was slight, thin. Her shoulders bony under the shirt. Easing into the stance that kept her balance steady despite the quick movements she preferred to use to avoid attacks, or to strike herself. The saber turned on as she eased it slightly from side to side. It would take the attention off her body if the foe she faced was a novice. Feeling the darkness and the sense of blankness before her eyes. She did not see so much as sense the flickering of the saber. The world about her was a river, a constant movement as she listened. Not for a sound but for something.

The droid fired, the red blade of light snapped to the side a second too slow. This felt different from hearing the footsteps, the rough breath, the worrisome feel of enemies about her. Jerking as the sting struck her side, shock more than anything. It was not painful, an annoyance compared to wounds she had taken prior. Mor’gann’s jaw tightened as she kept following that odd sense of something.

“Stop thinking. These are droids. An enemy that does think, breath, shift, or do anything that a normal foe would. I have tens of thousands of them. A foe that is common in the galaxy. They are predictable though. More than any living foe.” Airus explained as he whistled again the droid moving back to ready position. “Learning to feel the world without sight is key. You must hone your body. It is that which can guide you all else fails. You faced two Padawans. The lowest level of able bodied warrior Jedi allowed in the field. They held back.” He explained curiously, he needed to discover if anger fueled her... Or if he might find a new path. If she could be taught another way to connect. His thoughts ventured back to Night Sisters he had known... If he could not, they would be a good home for the girl. She'd do well in their society.

Mor'gann bristled at the slight to her ability. "I had a need to keep them, one at least, able and willingly. Had I been going to kill them I would not have struck so openly and defensively.I would not have held back." Her voice was irritable as she felt that bit of offness floating about. How did she fight without thinking? Thinking had kept her alive for years, but she was blinded. Stamping on the irritation she felt, the woman shunted it to the side as she focused on what was before her. That stillness of doing what needed to be done. Being caught by surprise was fine enough, being unable to adapt was unacceptable. Dropping her mind from the petty annoyance of feeling slighted. It was cold, not rage that Mor’gann found at her core. Fury had its place, but now was not in it. She had faced packs of maalraas, the deadly beasts were far more stealthy than this droid. They were deadlier as well. “It is different. Off. It does not feel-” She flicked her wrist and caught the bolt that meant to sting her thigh. Knocking it aside before she brought the blade to that wavering sinuous movement before her. Her brow under the helmet was knitted, that had been too close. “If I had merely let them win, would I still have gotten off Dxun? That was the goal, nothing else mattered.”

“I would have brought you regardless... My family are not renowned as warriors or leaders. We are known for our gift. Empathy, not only can sense you through my connections but I can hear your mind. See your soul. With telepathy I might hear your thoughts.” Airus stepped around her, his tone soft and thoughtful. His head shifts taking in her aura and down her judging from the deepest point out.

“Throw out survival. Throw away power. What do you want? What is the purpose you seek?” He added, he could infer and guess but she needed to find out things he could see. Truth was relative even to those who didn't yet know it.

“Surviv-” She blinked behind the visor and considered the question again. What was there outside of survival and the power needed to it? Her fingers adjusted their grip about the saber in consideration. “What is that word… Empathy-?” The way she sounded the word was as if she had never heard it before. In truth? She had not. Not among the cultists and their ruthless ways. Though what it implied? Seeing her soul, her mind? It was unnerving. “I do not know.” Her answer was slow, her body tense against potential outrage. A downfall as Mor’gann jerked slightly, one of the droid’s bolts slipping by a too slow block. The answer had always been unacceptable and she was confounded by the fact that it was indeed the correct answer. She did not know. Aside from power and survival… What was there? The thrill of the hunt? The time spent watching the life on Dxun in those rare moments when she wasn’t training? Even then that had been survival. “I do not know… Survival is- has been- all-'' Her voice tinged with something else, fear. A future before her and unknown, and she had jumped into the void between the stars without thought.

“Food, water, shelter... The galaxy has these in abundance. Survival is not difficult anymore. Power? What use do you have for it now with no enemies? All your foes were back on that planet. Your fury, your anger... You have no beasts, no foes to hunt, or people to beat you down and steal from you. Out here... You're probably stronger than most women in the galaxy, more cunning.” He was blunt, telling her things she needed to hear. To understand before she left this ship. Whether under his care or not she needed this.

“I seek knowledge. Not for power but understanding. To help. To heal. To... Fix.” He spoke moving a hand and the visor raised so could look upon him as snatched the little droid from the air.

“I am nearly fifty years old.” He spoke slowly, laying his staff against the wall. “Yet do I look the age I am? Does my sister? We can live longer lives. You could scramble and chase power... But power needs purpose... What if I instead gave you all I have? Longer life? Healing? Empathy? Do you think you could give up power for kindness? You... Mor'gann you have potential beyond killing and stealing. A thirst for knowledge... Would you be like those Elders? Or would like a new path?” He spoke, as he took a seat on the workbench. Tall and broad of shoulders, yet the robes hid most of the definition of his body. His face was plain yet she could see his movements in it he was unsure, chewing at his lip. Tapping his thigh with a hand.

Mor’gann blinked at the sudden light as the visor lifted. Pulling the heavy thing from her head, after she let the saber die. Glaring at its flickering red light, the irritating thing looked rusted if she had to guess. It was a fleeting thought as she tucked the relic in her sash. Her gaze turned to the man as she set the helmet on the workbench considering what was said. She was preening as she considered that he thought her one of the more powerful women in the galaxy, though she doubted such was true. His words were not entirely true, she could hardly think of the galaxy as a place without the mire of Dxun sticking to some corners of it. “I do not believe you, entirely.” Her words were stiff as her gaze turned away. Alarmed that she dare say such. “If this galaxy is so full of those like you, then what of that war amongst the Clones? Why would such happen?”

“I do not know this ‘empathy’ word. Kindness is giving all you have away to those weaker and putting yourself into potential death… I do not see the use of it. There were alliances on Dxun and hunting parties that aided each other. Some grew to care for one another.” There was hesitation as she looked away from Airus. It would do no good, but this filled her with shame that she could be so weak. “I did kill those that were too ruthless on the younger ones, or simply incapacitated them for a time. It did not make me in great favor with the Elders that I would take out their favored acolytes I was weak, I risked injury for no reason.” She shifted nervously, not liking to admit that she had been so foolish.

“No.” Airus answered, shaking his head as smiled at her. “Kindness is strength. Only the weak horde and look out for themselves alone. Because they can't imagine having enough for anyone else.” Airus explained as he took a deep breath. 

“The clone wars? The strife the galaxy has been under? All because one wanted power to himself... And the few, the brave, and the weak brought him low. You know what they showed? Mercy. On his forces and on the man who struck down all of my people. The entire order.” He explained leaning his head back.

“Empathy. It is understanding another's emotions and showing compassion. Like I showed you when you came aboard this vessel. Why would I do this? Provide for a stranger, one who attacked my sons?” He asked her to try to dissect his choice with that new understanding. Hoping it might clue her to his ideas and reasons.

She blinked slowly at the man, confounded by his question. Why had he? “I had potential for power-?” Though that answer seemed rather wrong at the moment, and why was she answering with a question! Power seemed entirely reasonable though if his sons were so strong, then why did he need or want to use her? Moving in a smooth motion, Mor’gann began to pace. Not liking to remain in a single place. “Why did you do it-?” He did not seem against questions and she needed to ask. Her brows knitted as her yellow eyes watched Airus.

“Because. You would have become worse. More ruthless. More violent. Dxun doesn't give you a choice. I wanted you to have one. Those things I tell you about? I don't say them idly. You can see them in how I treat you.” Airus spoke, letting her pace as he stood up. 

“You have potential for power. You also have the potential to teach. I can see within a love of knowledge... Combat is a tool. You want to understand...” He extended a hand point at her sash. “That saber is old... Before you leave this ship. Would you like to make one of your own?” He tilted his head, curious about her repainting a chance to make her weapon.

He was right, Dxun never gave anyone a choice. Pausing as Airus stood, she watched as he pointed to her sash. He was right, but she considered making a lightsaber of her own. A flicker of fear in her heart. “Yes?” A weapon that would not be so questionable as the one she carried. The problem was… His sister. The woman was like no one she had met and Mor’gann had no understanding or way to deal with that. Knowledge was what she sought. Yes, for power but also for its own sake.

“If you are afraid of Varina. I can show you as well. Though she is an amazing talent at saber building.” He explained as he took her hand for a moment. “Or if you like. I can teach you language, basic will let you speak with most people. Or be understood at least.”

“I can do whatever you want for knowledge next. I am concerned your weapon will not be enough for your strength. Inside of you, I can sense you are strong in the force. Stronger in will.” He explained as he stepped back.

“I want to know. What place do you want among my people, my family.” He spoke carefully. 

The young woman blinked at the careless touch to her hand, it was uncommon though not entirely unwelcome now she knew these people were so unlike Dxun. The answer to his questions though, was an easy one. Something she knew even if she didn’t know what she wanted by way of place. “Both-” Her voice was a tad less cold and less emotionless though no less cautious. “Saber, language. Knowledge.” That was the easy answer. “I do not know how to answer; place. This… Is nothing I have seen before. I was an acolyte not a villager. We kept apart if we could not boast of our skill.” Gripping her nerves, lest they flee her, Mor’gann nodded slightly. “So long as she does not move… So quickly… Talk… So much…” The woman was all wind and excitement. “One woman contains entire pack of maalraas within her skin.” She muttered, less than delighted but willing to work with the lightsaber builder.

Airus spoke slowly, nodding as he smiled at her. “I would offer you a place. Not temporarily. Permanently. My student. You'd have a family here. People who will teach and help you... My wife told me that family is not blood, it is who you can trust and depend on. I'd like to help you find that.”

“How, let's start with a saber? Do you know what color you want it to be? We can dig through our stock.” He explained letting her hand go. Walking her towards the ray shield opening the blast doors. She could see all of space beyond it. Beauty of the stars and all around them. A pang of sadness as Airus spoke now. “This... As my wife told me. Was the greatest view in the galaxy. One I cannot enjoy.”

“But you see each dot of light out there... A hundred worlds for each and tens of new species. Some like us, some far different. All of them.... Living, breathing beings with knowledge alien to us.” He spoke giving Mor'gann a taste of the galactic scale.

Family. Mor’gann was skeptical, though she would not dim the man’s opinions as of yet. As his student at least? There was an option for remaining. To learn what she could. “I would learn.” Her vow was soft as she followed the man. “I can learn, the Elders did not care because I did not blindly follow.” Flinching at the word used in conjecture to whom it was said, Mor’gann tensed as she looked out across the galaxy beyond the blast doors. Taking a step back, she had not thought each was a world, but if it was so vast… Any retribution the Elders sent would not come back upon her, they would lose her in this galaxy never to be seen again. Wondering what happened to his wife, she did not pry. It seemed in bad taste to do so. Rather she turned the topic to another matter. “The relics come in different colors?” Her words were skeptical as she felt the awe and fear that ate at her upon seeing the vast blackness before her. 

Airus reached a hand out a saber shot from inside of his staff. Igniting as he caught it she could stare at the deep yellow color of it. Like that of a bee or sun brought before her. “More than you could know... I can't see the color but I know it is unique.” He reached out his other hand and a second one came forth igniting it. He showed her one of pure white. Like fallen snow upon a mountain. 

“So many more... Varina loves to teach artifice. She made this one.” He spoke, turning off the white saber and offering it to her to hold. “The creation imparts a piece of you into the saber so you might always find it.”

She blinked, taking it and finding it a bit too strange after handling the relic so regularly. “Into the saber-?” She muttered, frowning. Hesitating, her yellow eyes flicked to Airus. “I fight best with staff, or with a weapon in each hand. Versatility. She could make something-?” That would be able to be of use in many situations and not one? Mor’gann still was nervous to be around the strange and unknown woman. “I know little of women, most do not survive as acolytes. She is… not from Dxun.” No, Varina was from anywhere but Dxun.

“No. She and I were born on Coruscant.” Airus paused and nodded. “A saber staff. A weapon that focuses on attack over defense. Come.” They walked on towards a bay beneath the hangar. Waves of heat pouring off around them. A forge for casting pieces and tools to shape them. Hundreds of drawers of parts lay around them. In the middle moving a hand along a wall of gemstones all of them cut and polished.

“Ah. So the new girl arrives. Morgy! Ready to learn to build a proper weapon. If you like, you can even reuse parts from your little relic! Oh I can get the cleaning and polishing equipment!” She squeals a bit in joy. It had been so long since she had a new person to craft or teach to craft. Her niece had been the last, so adorable working on her own at the age of five.

“Saber staff-?” The question was wandering as she looked at Airus’s weapon though the question went unasked. Following after the Miraluka, she mentally prepared herself and her eyes narrowed against the heat of the forge. But that word, Morgy, did that apply to her? Mor’gann certainly hoped not. Keeping Airus between them, she looked uncertainly at all these objects. Smithing was kept to a select few on Dxun. Much as the Mandalorians did. “I am no smith…”

Varina reached out and a massive hilt shot from the wall into her hand. “This. A saber at each end and a massive hilt to extend their reach.” She spoke, dropping the hefty haft into her hand. Letting her feel the weight of the greater weapon. 

“Please no forging needed. The parts are assembled as the force guides you. What kind of crystal do you want?” She spun, running her hand along the boxes of gems. “So what color? Oh what gem type? Kunda stones? Aged crystals? Ilum kyber crystals? Dantooine gems?”

The haft od the weapon felt good. Useful as a clud if needed. Then the topic turned to stone types. Mor'gann lost all trace of cool calcukation and a look of panicked confusion filled her eyes. “Different types?” The panicked gaze shot to Airus for a brief second before going back to this crazed woman.

Airus placed a hand upon her shoulder, as Varina laid out box after box of crystals. “Oh yes. You will need four crystals to make a full saber for something like that.” She hummed a moment looking at her. 

“What is your favorite color my dear?” Aieus asked more calmly, trying to help her relax, feeling her nervousness as he tried to comfort her. “Varina and I cannot see color. So you must pick them.”

That was less than helpful, and Mor’gann blinked at the crystals. “Maalraas leather…” They had been her favorite prey and hunts. Perhaps it was bloodthirsty of her, but it was the only color she could think of. “Red?” That was the color if victory. 

“Alright! Now we can start. Mind giving the old one to me. See what we can salvage from it. I assume you want parts of it in your saber.” She explained humming, grabbing tanned red leather for wrapping the hilt, next emitter parts and laying out four crystals. Before extending her hand to wait Mor'gann's saber.

Handing it over the Dxun native nodded mutely, hey yellow eyes watching with rapt attention.

Varina tossed the old saber in the air, clapping her hands and throwing them apart. The saber burst into all of its components, dozens of them spreading out and just hovering as she looked them over. Spinning each one examining it. Looking at the crystal with a frown. “Ah, first issue. Old artificial crystal. Not natural poor attunement. It's off center of the emitter line weakening the beam. Containment module has a leak that would have shorted out in the rain.” She spoke, grabbing pieces chucking over her shoulder into drawers. Soon the buttons and casing had matching pieces found. She cleaned and prepared it all. Clapping her hands and all of it collapsed into a single box. Four crystals placed before her. “We will start with your attunement of the crystals.”

Mor'gann could hardly follow what was being said but it sounded greatly like the clucking of mother birds over something unsatisfying. She did not even try as she decidedly accepted that some forces of nature were beyond understand and that Varina was one such force. Soon enough there were four crystals before her and she was to select one, or attune to it. “I am to do… what?” This was beyond what she knew and the woman was at a loss, and hated that fact.

“Meditate on these crystals.” Varina spoke as she laid them out before her. Focus your energy and soul upon them. Each one right now is nothing but a gemstone cut and shaped for you. You must make crystals worthy of your weapon. After that we can discuss building your saber.” Varina explained as she pushed the crystals towards Mor'gann. “This will take some time but you will know they are ready when each gives a soft glow, a pulse of energy.”

“For how long?” Her voice had taken advantage of Varina's overhaul of the relic to pull herself together. Back into that cold center she kept. Picking up the stones, her hands scarred as they rolled the crystals that would be the core to the new weapon about. Seeing them by feeling rather than sight, her gloves left behind. “Upon what-?” Oh, she had ideas about that last, though they would not be peaceful ideals. A weapon was not a tool for peace after all, it could be. Yet more often it brought life to an end rather than a beginning.

Varina smiled as she shook her head. “You must figure that out. I can offer some old guidance, a mantra to be spoken as a Padawan builds their first lightsaber alone. “The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined.The crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one.”

Airus sighed and stepped in. “What it means is the same questions I offered you before. The weapon should be a part of you, an extension of your body. You must meditate on yourself and your reasons. That will give each crystal power to summon forth a blade when placed correctly.”

It made sense and Mor’gann nodded gravely. So that is what she was to think of? It seemed simple enough, even if what Varina said was a bit redundant. So the blade would be part of her, she of it and it her will? “Yes, Elder.” She agreed, giving Airus the honorific. He was surely the elder here. What more could she say or do? Here she was his student as he had said, his will was hers to carry out as it had been so with the Elders on Dxun. Some things did not change at the foundation, so much as they shifted she noted. Growing in a different direction. Though if she was to meditate surely she could retreat from Varina to some far and small and dark space where she would not be disturbed?

Varina smirked and leaned down. “I'll check on your progress later Morgy~ Also. Jedi say Master not Elder... Though I am the older sibling.” She preened and brushing Mor'gann hair as she began to test the pieces and preparing for the her Saber.

Airus chuckled and shepherded her towards her room. “Meditation will take time... I am grateful for how far you have come in such a short time. When you are done, would you like me to show you my skills?”

For all she had made some concessions, the woman jerked back as Varina brushed her short dark locks. So it was Varina who was the older sibling? Did that matter? She would hardly know, seeing as family was not something she had much to do with. Letting Airus shoo her down the corridor, her gaze flicked to the Maraluka. “If you wish.” Was it given to her to disagree, not that she wanted to. To see what this man could do? Would be of great interest and use. Though there was one thought, would it be permissible? “I mean no offense, but did you lose your sight to the war?”

“My people are born this way. We all see like this.” He explained as he took he explained pausing a moment as he tilted his head upwards. “When I told you I'd never see the stars as you did I meant it. The bandages are not for me... But to avoid looks of terror and disgust. I have no eyes.” He spoke letting her understand now why he was advanced in his senses.

That caused the Dxunian to pause, then hurry after the man. So theirs was a species? How strange to her. “Your sons-?” That explained how they could see the relic that had been on her.

He didn't break his stride as he continued towards her room. “One of them is like me. The other has functioning eyes... My daughter has eyes as well. Varina and I are both halves of two species ourselves. Thus my sons are half human. Codari eyes were just so weak they were near useless. But we trained and raised them to see as I do... For safety and to understand why I cannot do certain things with them.”

“Codari.” She nodded in thought. It was easy enough for her to pick out when comparing the discussion from before, where she had been caught up to current events. Thinking upon the matters, she felt her brow furrow. Codari had been more malleable and between the two? He had been the one she targeted to use for her pilot before Airus had made such an unnecessary.

“What do you want to know Mor? I can feel your mind attempting understand something I have said puzzles you.” He asked slowly stopping tilting his head as if looking down.”

Her gaze flicked down, “I would not say, Eld- Master.” Simply because it would surely not be in her best interest to say such as she had thought. They were his sons, she recalled that some men seemed rather perturbed by problematic thoughts towards their offsprings.

“Mor'gann. Speak anything you wish to know. You know not my culture, my people, my life. I cannot infere insult if you had no knowledge of if you spoke one.” He spoke resting a hand on her shoulder to reassure her as his master had done minds shown be spoken freely. 

The woman still hesitated, “It is not question but inference and perhaps a misjudgement of the past rethought upon.” She spoke slowly, integrating the words she knew of Basic with her own pigeon. “Perhaps Codari would not have been the better one to leave for the pilot.” She tensed and pressed her lips together.

His faced turnes into a hard frown as angled his head towards Mor'gann. However quickly the stone mask cracked his laughter erupting.“...He's a better pilot than Kanis. You made the right choice. Let this be a lesson in not judging appearances. Did you think only those with sight can fly? I can focus and expand out my sight enough to see the while of the vessel and how to move it through space.” Airus chuckled and pat her head again as he turned away. Walking once more as he spoke. “Gave me a good laugh.”

Was no one around here sensible? Mor’gann blinked stunned at the actions of the man. Well in part that had be a bit of her thinking, but rather the real reason was different. “No, Master. I mean, he would have been the one I should have targeted to neutralize first.” Why was this man forever patting her head!

“Never second guess in combat. You commit to the strikes and plans. It is good you analyze your choices now.” He explained pulling back. “My people do not see hence the reliance on touch as confirmation or reassurance.” He spoke, cluing her in as to why he touched her so often. We speak in words clearly and in touch we show our true feelings and pride. 

Mor’gann inclined her head, “Strike first, strike hard, strike fast. Do not stop until the fight is done. The one who stops training, dies.” She quoted, hearing such often enough from the Elders.

“Well they are mostly right.” Airus spoke as they finally reached her room as he stopped slowly breathing in and out. “Battle is not always won by hitting first and the hardest. Often it is better to bring the opponent low without killing them. Lives taken cannot be untaken you must be sure of each life you take was something you had to do.”

Hesitating, she inclined her head. “I shall meditate on this, and the crystals.” She agreed, then paused glancing at the door of her room before looking at the man. “I did what I had to, killed when I had to. Maimed and broke bones. I could do nothing less and expect to survive. It is better, I…” She winced in memory. “If I did not leave them faltering after the first strike, they would hunt me. If you need me no longer, Master?” 

“Please. Meditate on what you have learned. Codari will be there later to teach you more basics and history.” He spoke bowing to her first then departing for his own room. Unable to hide his pride... The girl was changing already, it seems as though he might prove that only debate with his master yet.