[center][h3][u]Talija[/u][/h3]
[b]~| Day 2, 14:10 - 14:13 |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/b][/center]

Talija nodded as the discussion seemed to level both of them. It was hard in situations of desperation like this, thinking of the ways a situation could end bleakly holding on to a hope that may seem unrealistic. But if there was no effort than there was no success. She was pretty sure that even a Sith would tell her that if she did not try then her chains would never be broken; though they’d probably tell her it with toxicity and discontent. Her thought process however was broken when Xid echoed her thoughts, a fact that caused her lips to curl into a wide smile.

“I seem to have forgotten who I am and what I stand for.” Talija commented in reply.

As Xid’s laugh wrapped itself in pain her smile dropped for a second into another expression of concern. Her fluttering emotions were still not in check and unlike before in the academies and on the battlefield… she didn’t keep control of it. Her mind was all too distracted; and for a former padawan who witnessed her master’s own death before her eyes this situation shouldn’t have been the most distracting and dreadful. It brought thoughts to her about what the force was trying to tell her and how she should proceed. She had been very devout and for a familiar friendship to disorient her was conflicting. Was it the Dark Side telling her something? or was it the Light? Things were never so clear and she had read a few instances of ‘Gray’ philosophies during her brief turn under her second master.

Talija took another light breath, her shaken anxiety seemingly void.

“They must’ve inflicted much. But we saw worse before.” 

She paused for a moment. “Take all the time you need.”