[center][h2]Anas Ordo[/h2][/center]

For the first few minutes of the walk, the silence between myself and the Twilight girl is thick, neither of us willing to speak with the other, her due to both grief and anger and myself out of disinterest. I trusted Lady Temari and her judgement, but our Manda'lor was still young and prone to influence from the heart when her brain should be talking. However, eventually the silence becomes tiresome and I break the ice. "So, Twilight. How many did you kill after putting your lightsaber through that coward's chest?"