[center][b][color=006400]Moryr Ruzim[/color][/b]
[b][color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center]

“Your own connection to the force is impressive as well, Moryr. I don’t doubt one day we may see you sitting in her seat, following the path as a master to teach and uphold our values. If there are any questions you have in need of answers, perhaps you can come to me. Or, maybe Arren can provide answers. Her methods may be unorthodox, but she has a way with un-clouding the mind by forcing us to navigate through the hard questions of life and the force.”

The words reverberated inside Moryr’s head, serving as a balm against the irritated prangs of her emotions, a gentle smile spreading across her features. It always shocked her a little how in tune some of the masters were with the feelings and thoughts that reverberated through her and how they could set her at ease with a few words. Her smile faltered slightly as she considered the alternative ‘Or am I simply that transparent?’ 

She quickly dismissed the thought and instead focused on the positives of the statement and with a nod she responded “It means a great deal to me to know that you would do so for me, I admit I have been troubled as of late”. She paused, slightly reluctant to go into further detail, though it occurred to her that news of her situation may have spread through the order –some of the Jedi’s could be as bad old women huddled around in a dusty market square exchanging gossip and with it of course a healthy dose of judgment. The thought made her straighten slightly as she imagined what some of them might be saying about them, after all the order made it more than clear that such relationships were forbidden as they only lead to the darkside. Moryr knew that it wasn’t true, or at least she believed she knew that, it had not always been so in the order and just because of a few Jedi that had let their emotions lead them away from the light didn’t mean that it was the case for all of them. Even Nomi Sunrider had used her feelings of love to further her ambitions and become a Jedi, and even the youngest of padawans were familiar with her tale and how she ended the Great Sith war. 

Moryr realised that once again she was justifying her actions, however the will to chide herself and tear her feelings away seemed to erode and she allowed herself a few moments to again think of Mudarr. She hoped that the master was again focusing upon the training before them as opposed to watching her own feelings. Moryr considered briefly leaving the room, however she knew to do so would not only be folly but could also be considered quite rude. As well as that she had to admit she was keen to see how the padawan would resolve the situation, and what lessons Arren would pass along. Again as she watched Moryr decided that it would be best to speak of her troubles and turmoils with the more experienced women, especially as it had been freely offered. 

As the fight before her escalated and the padawan somewhat reluctantly defended herself Moryr allowed her thoughts to wander back to some of her own more aggressive confrontations. During their postings along the the Outer-rim territories they had dealt with a small but reckless band of spice smugglers who had been exacerbating the tenuous relationship between the republic and the local worlds by hiding amongst groups of refugees. One particularly nasty confrontation had caused several of the smugglers to take hostages as soon as they had discovered they were being hunted by Jedi,Moryr being spotted as she followed them. They had confronted her as she tried to follow them through a crowd, evidently her disguise not as concealing as she’d hoped. She had hesitated to act, afraid of the possibility of harming the surrounding refugees and also knowing that the smugglers situations were born out of desperation.  If it were not for the swift movements of Mudarr then countless lives could have been lost. The elder Cathar had leapt from his over-watching position and with a flurry of saber swings and force pulls he had dispatched four smugglers before they could even fire off a single blaster shot or harm a single person. 

Later he had told her that the lives of the guilty were forfeit if they endangered the lives of the innocent, that there was always a choice that people made towards the dark or the light, no matter how slight the move was. It was a very polarising view of things, but she had quickly come to agree that in such situations her priorities should be as clear as the noon-day air on their homeworld. He had assured her the force would always help to guide her hand and not to hesitate to kill if it was truly required. The scenario playing out before her was similar in it teachings and so she watched with eager interest to see if Xeviiy too would embrace the lesson as she had – the lives of the innocent being simply too precious to risk by sparing the lives of those who were not.