Fahz eyed Lahana with suspicion. He saw her uncertainty, her suspicion at being left alone. It made him queasy. After her master walked away, the Cathar approached the young Padawan. [color=Peru]"You call him Master."[/color] He spoke in a gruff tone. [color=Peru]"I know there is nothing I can say in the next five minutes to change your mind on this matter. But a young woman should call no being master. Your Jedi code has nothing you cannot divine from your own autonomy."[/color] While Fahz undoubtedly cast himself as an imposing, unfriendly figure, there was sincerity in his words, an almost fatherlike care that was unmistakable. He was not simply waxing poetic about his hatred of the Jedi religion, rather, it seemed he was speaking to Lahana as an individual. Or, at least, that is what Mehda observed. She saw Fahz's emotion with everything he did, saw him effortlessly switch from a brilliant scientist to a thoughtful philosopher. It continued to inspire her, after all these years. It was why she loved him.
 
Mehda had noticed that nobody was acknowledging her. It was not surprising. Most ignored droids, especially holograms - they assumed them to possess the same intelligence of a pet. She decided to be brave today. She had heard the twi'lek Neb mention she was a slave. [i]Such a beautiful woman,[/i] Mehda thought to herself. [i]She has great strength to be here today, willing to fight with us.[/i] Mehda walked over to Neb, nervously twirling her fingers as she did so. [color=aquamarine]"I was also born a slave,"[/color] she offered meekly. [color=aquamarine]"I... don't know what sort of comfort that is, I apologize. I rarely talk to other escaped slaves, besides Fahz. I am glad to see you here."[/color]

[@Piercing Light][@Athol]