Aria's eyes followed Yerbol's movements across the room as he paced back and forth, gesturing wildly with his hands. Her stare was almost glacial as she let his tyrade of words come to an end, the moment's pause she took to collect herself almost making it seem as if she'd thought better than to start yelling back at him. It would not be so, however, the former acolyte soon throwing her own arguments into the mix as well. "Well, rather them than me! Help us stop the Sith? Would you LISTEN to yourself! You sound like a [i]karkin'[/i] lunatic!" she hollered back at him, hands balled into tight fists at her sides to keep them in place. "Here's a newsflash for you: your Masters were setting us up to DIE on that planet! We weren't supposed to get back! Surviving all that bullocks has gotten us into this mess AND they weren't listening to a word we said then, why would they do it now?!"

She took a few long strides across the room, having to stand on her toes to get high enough to jab a finger in his direction. Her voice went up another octave as she added on before he could get another word in: "You Jedi have such a damn superiority complex! You think you're better than everyone and everything! Get off your pedestal for once and WAKE UP," low blows were apparently on the table now, so Aria threw a few of her own in there for good measure, "we could have DIED today if my father hadn't showed up when he did for Force sake! I'm not putting a target on my back for people that pretty much tried to get us KILLED, so if you want to prance around on a suicidal 'quest of justice' rescuing all your old Masters, then that's on you! If this is the kind of thing they teach you on Tython, then no wonder your sister got herself [i]karkin'[/i] killed!" maybe that was a step too far, but in the heat of the moment Aria wasn't thinking about whether or not she'd hurt Yerbol's feelings with the comment, in fact it was probably accurate to say she wasn't really thinking about what she was saying at all...not that it would make any difference to how he might have received the statement, of course.

Aria hadn't realised how tightly she'd been clenching her fists until she felt the sharp sting of her nails digging into her palms. Her hands were shaking, her legs were shaking and so unsteady that before she knew it she'd sunk down onto the floor, back pressed up against the wall. Her jaw clenched in anticipation of the rebuttal that was no doubt coming her way, already throwing up barriers to try and block the young Knight out of the swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions that occupied her mind as she drew her knees up to her chest. This was all wrong, this wasn't how this was supposed to pan out....