[center][h3][u]Talija[/u][/h3]
[b]~| Day 2, 13:51 - 13:56 |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/b][/center]

Talija nodded as Xid told of his own meeting of the “Lady” Sith she had dealt with. His words made sense to her as he spoke of his own perceptions of her— though they did make her any more at ease, but she imagined a lot of the tension on the Kaggath was from the large swaths of unease that the dark side created. It would be difficult for any follower of the light to not feel uncomfortable by the waves of dark presence on the prison vessel. 

“Presumption is the thrall of ignorance.” Talija commented as she shook her head. “Sith are intelligent, clever— they know how to strike where I do not. I never presume victory. Not after Cyrillia.”

Talija’s eyes narrowed at the thought of the Skirmish of Cyrillia; the battle she lost her first master and the first time she fought a skilled Sith combatant. Imij’turutu, a twi’lek, as she recalled— as fast as she was strong. Had Imij’turutu not been full of arrogance and pride they would’ve killed her easily and she would not be having this conversation with Xid on the Kaggath. Talija didn’t believe she was doubting herself at this moment, but it would’ve been hard to not see her pride and confidence shaken from her usual collected determined and resilient self. The Talija Xid knew. 

As Xid drew closer to her she could feel her anxiety leave her for a second; a sort of comforting feeling. Her expressed lightened and she oddly felt a little at peace despite her demeanor. 

“I’m glad you are well, too. I was worried when I… saw the footage with— you called him Sish.”

Talija nodded at his inquiry. “I may be able, I was still pretty distracted given the injuries and wounds I gathered during the siege of the Enteliis… but I think I could. I remember the room she took me to and the hallway that led to my exchange to this ship.”