[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

As Odette and Master Luke spoke, Ben remained quiet. He had nothing to say to Master Luke, he wasn't as brazen as Odd to draw so close to their relationship in front of the master. He thought that perhaps she had forgotten how mystical he could be, how preternatural his senses were. Ben felt like a shadow inside the dark folds of his cloak, he was just as still as one too. Neither moving nor giving face of emotion. He had become that porcelain statue, that ghostly beauty that so often visited the new generation of Jedi. Instinctively veiled in the Force. 

[color=red][b]"That's good to hear, I'm ready to leave this temple. It gives me the shivers, among other things."[/b][/color] He was referring to his visions of the dark-armored warrior. 

Once on the ship and out of Coruscant's orbit, Ben felt himself calm. His eyes fell towards temple--even though he knew they were too far away for it to be seen. The Force was funny that way, he thought. It always seemed to drag attention to things that didn't need it. He sighed to himself before letting his head lax and his eyes close. Once alone with Odette... everything would be okay. She always made everything okay.