[b][center]~ Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex ~
~Day 1, 17:30 GST~[/center][/b]

Koren, had thus far been ignored. He had also so far ignored the others. He would join in, pland and plot when the time came. However for now, he had to spend this time alone. A certain, hopelessness had overcome him. Partially due to awaking from being unconcious and exposed to everyone elses emotions but also due to a the events on Coruscant being a repeat. He had known it had happened to planet, after planet. However the war had never truly hit him until the Sith bombarded Manaan, at that point the war had become far more real. It had become more personal, it wasn't just something he heard about and read about. It was a dangerous force to be reckoned with. 

The assault on Coruscant, had instilled the sense of futility. The Capital of the Republic, had been bombared. The Jedi temple itself desacrated. If the capital itself could not hold against Sith onslaught, what planet possibly could? So many lives were lost, so much was destroyed. So much was gone from the galaxy, how the Force could ever recover from constant tragedies and loss of life he did not know. Though he could feel as if the Force itself was in pain, in agony. He dared not extend his empathy beyond himself, to probe others and see how they felt. Fearing that he would infect himself even more, or be infected by their hopelessness.

[i]Snap out of it Koren[/i] The voice of his old master rung through his head, he could almost feel the light slap on the back of the head. More a joyful gesture than anything else, she was right. This line of thought wouldn't take him anywhere of use. The Jedi Order had faced adversity before and it still remained, time and time again the Sith tried to conquer the galaxy and not once had they succeeded. Pain, and loss allowed you to grow back stronger than before. Like a muscle, only through breaking the muscle apart could it heal back stronger and more powerful than before. That is what would happen to the Jedi Order he was sure of it, this attack would motivate the Jedi and the Republic into action. Giving them a sense of purpose like they never had, as he said before. The war was real now, and he was no longer going to stand idly by.

He was going to become [i]part[/i] off it. A driving Force for the Light-Side, however at the same time he wasn't going to kill. He felt that the best way to fight this war, was to do it the Jedi way. He would aid others, defend life and offer redemption to those that sought it as now was not the time to break the code. No, now was the time to stand by it. For without it what made them any different from the Sith? 

Finally moving out of his seclusion he stood up, still a bit woozy from his bash in the head, and walked into the main room that the bedrooms were turned off from. He looked at Xid. "Snap out of it Xid. Being in that state of mind won't help anybody."