Strago felt a large mix of emotions in him at first while he was in the Kolto tank. He was angry at Jayda for what just happened, Thalia for making him be here, and the Sith for capturing him, but at the same time, he had seen Calista there, which brought a certain degree of pleasantness. At least she wasn't suffering at this moment, though the fact that she was there at all reminded him that she must have at some point before, and he didn't know how the other Jedi were doing either.

He could tell no Sith was influencing his mind at the moment, but the combination of everything that had happened was able to get to him. The emotions grew further, and his body tensed, causing some pain to surge through him for a moment, and bringing the realisation of how much he was letting things get to him. This wasn't like him, and it wasn't right, but it was happening without a Sith even influencing his mind, something that served to make it even worse.

[i]This isn't the time for this. The Sith will not break me. The Force will guide me.[/i] He thought to himself. It took a long time of thinking to truly begin calming himself, but it was able to get there slowly, now finally allowing his mind, and body to relax. 

Once he was calm, he closed his eyes, and began to meditate, focused entirely on connecting with the Force, allowing the Kolto to heal him rather than doing it on his own. There was very noticeable, and strong darkness on the ship, almost overwhelming him for a moment as he let his mind go very freely toward the Force, but he pushed through it, going past what was physically around him, Calista's light aiding him in doing so at first.

He began to feel the light more, and more, calming him further, giving all of himself to the Force now. It caused him to lose his attachment to his mind, and body for the moment, along with all the negative that came with it. 

Moments later, it was warm. No thoughts, no other feelings, just a calming warmth. Strago knew he was safe in this moment without even needing to think about it, but that moment could only last so long. It took time, but eventually his thoughts came back to him. They reminded him of where he was, and the whole situation, but he was able to let it be. The worries, the anger, the sadness, and disappointment, it all had faded. He knew it would be back, but it didn't scare him. Not right now. The Force was with him, and it needed him to be strong. The other Jedi needed him to be strong. There was no burden, or fear attached to it, it was simply what had to be.

Over time, the positive feelings faded slightly as well, but they were there much more than before he had entered. Strago remained quite relaxed as he finally opened his eyes once more, looking around the medical area. Part of him was tempted to try to escape, but he brushed the thought from his mind as he just watched the droids, medical personnel, and others move around. Some of the glanced at him occasionally, but they mostly seemed to ignore him.

He had considered healing himself to make the process go faster, but decided against it, wanting to have as much energy as possible for whatever might come next, and hoping it meant he could stay in there a little longer. He was enjoying the time to think, and relax, not feeling threatened enough by anyone nearby to really worry. He knew that if the Sith wanted him dead, he would be already, an odd comfort in its own way.