Kit leaned her head down, attempting to catch her breath from the sudden adrenaline rush that worked its way through her body as the Troopers retreated.  Yomi seemed concerned but satisfied that she settled, placing his cane back against the wall.  He smiled warmly at the question being asked of Kit, knowing that she hadn't had much contact with other beings, humans or otherwise, outside of this temple.  

Kit looked back up at Yomi, and sighed, the painful reminders of her past being brought up, "I don't normally talk about it."

As the broken whisper left her throat, Yomi grunted, taking a long drink of his tea.  Kit's eyes met his and she sighed deeply, "Um...Not by choice.  My-ah...my family were killed during the Jedi Purge.  Mandalore was under control of some...some horrible people.  The Duchess was murdered.  My family.  My mother died to try and save her, during the small rebellion.  My father..."

Kit broke off, a tear threatening to sting the corner of her eye, before she gritted her teeth and stared down at her once bright blue armor, "My father died during the seige.  If not for Barron, I would be dead.  But, he abandoned me, here."

Yomi grunted once more, "Barron was a Clone Trooper.  Cut his chip right from his head, and saved this one.  She was lucky, and brought to us by the force.  The force wanted you to survive."

"Yeah.  The force...", Kit whispered once more,  "I couldn't tell you why..."