[@shylarah]The leader sat across from Amuné in the grass with a meditative posture. His legs lay crossed and his palms rested on his thighs, but his eyes were locked on the girl as he read her chakras. They had eased, even if it was slight. 

Her words of peace were hopeful, and warm. Her chakras burned with the longing for peace, although Tsitua believed it was inner peace she truly desired, and who could blame her? This who knew torment were the ones who truly understood it's value. The common man knew only the path before him. The hybrid armored that about her. She was insightful beyond her years, and yet she was curious befitting her age. She had questions about his old mentor, and he was concerned his lack of adequate explanation might concern her. He had to give her something, so he did his best. 

"Ketsuoana doesn't appear, nor does he disappear. He's not leaving and returning, it's simply an act of perception. I don't know for sure, but my guess is that he is no longer a... 'person' if you will. He's more of a sentient energy that is above even my comprehension. I always sense his chakras, even now they're all around us, but he is not always in a form that we can perceive. I believe he exists on the precipice between dimensions. A kind of purgatory, but not like the religions of earth have described. As far as what I think of him, a part of me wants to hate him. His selfish need to defeat his father and remain alive caused a seemingly unending string of wars. Only long after he was gone did I realize this. A bigger part of me loves him like a son loves his father. I first boarded this craft when I was only thirteen. He made me the person I am today. He showed me true pain and yet true beauty. He taught me the harsh reality, and that the smallest things are most important. I would trust him with the fate of all humanoids again in an instant. Even if he seems evil at times, he always knew exactly what he was doing. I guess that comes with being an entity meant for a higher plane of existence." Tsitua caught himself ranting inn nostalgia, and abruptly cut his words short. "I would trust him to look after you." He added. 

"Why don't you tell me more about your mentor?"