[center][h3][u]Talija[/u][/h3]
[b]~| Day 2, 13:42 - 13:47 |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/b][/center]

Talija nodded as Xid reflected on the past; when they had encounter each other during her time with her first master, Laureli Xchal, before she had fallen to the vicious machinations of the Sith. But her master was with the force now and very much still a part of her. She wondered what guidance she would give her in this instance as her student fell into chains by the antithesis of their faith. The Sephi girl took a deep breath as she closed her eyes for a moment— not at the sight of Xid, but at the burden of the past and how Talija hated that this is what had become of her. Still, everything happened for a reason… there was no chance in the force; only fate. The trials she would be expected to endure were obscure, but she knew they were here. She opened her eyes as she continued to listen to Xid’s inquiries and comments.

“As it would be.” Talija remarked as Xid spoke of the pains of blaster fire and force lightning. 

The pain Xid’s body had to go through must’ve been terrible indeed. Could she endure similar hardships? She had been always more combat-oriented and hardier than Xid, but the dark side always found a way to crawl under her skin and taunt her. That much she knew for some time. The fact she could deny it control of any emotions was impressive; a fact her second master saw in her. She wondered how the trials on the Kaggath would challenge her.

As Xid motioned for her to sit beside him she did so.

“I was always the more resilient one.” She chuckled. “But, outside of some mental strain and the dulling pain at the back of my head I appear to be fine enough.”

“Lady Lansha, as she called herself, attempted to get a reaction out of me— to see how devout to the light I was… I think. She masked kindness with sinister intent, and even as I defiantly debated theology with her she didn’t let her fury come out. At least not until the end, when she gave me an opportunity to attack and I refused to take it.” Talija remembered, sharing her thoughts with Xid.

Had it been a victory against the Sith? She wasn’t so sure; but she did know she did what a Jedi asked of the faithful. She didn’t flinch in the shadow of darkness as evil peered into her soul. She debated with the enemy, showing them logic and true kindness; it had not been Talija’s fault it was rejected. After all, it would be much more difficult to redeem individuals who eagerly tortured child and elder— innocent and religious rival alike.

“She was weak— she may have held my chains, but she was the one who was the weaker. But as are all slavers— holding the chains only temporarily until the slaves refuse them. Surprising the Sith don’t realize that… or care.”