Alaric felt... hollow, in a sense, after the initial excitement of their escape from the temple had worn off. After assisting in the relocation of the injured, and the treatment of a few, he had retreated from the company of his fellow Jedi. He made his way through the craft, seeking out the most secluded spot he could, before hiding himself away there ,suppressing his feelings and struggling to come to terms with all that had transpired over the past few days.

After the first few hours, he had lost his mind. Flew into a rage not uncharacteristic for one of his race. He flailed and thrashed and screamed until he was apprehended by troopers, who only left him alone after he had screamed his throat raw, and sank into a corner, exhausted.

Alaric declined any offers of assistance or shoulders to cry on. Nothing was as it should have been, and it would never be so for him again, he felt.

He looked at his lightsaber, contemplated whether or not he should continue to carry it, and ultimately decided that he would. It would not be with the intention of drawing it, but as a reminder to himself. So, he removed his tunic, wrapped it around his lightsaber hilt, and secured it to his belt, laying it horizontally at the back, next to a pouch that typically contained field rations for long missions.

When he finally emerged from his seclusion, the feeorin padawan looked drained. His eyes were dark, his skin had paled in color, and his cheeks had grown gaunt. He gave off a somewhat cold feeling, and said little. He did not acknowledge or allude to his earlier tantrum ,and no one brought it up. But he could tell when someone knew about it, from the space that was given to him when they passed him in the passageways.

[i]Well... Master would agree that I could probably have handled that better...[/i] He thought grimly, seeking the company of his allies for the first time since departing the LAAT.He decided to check on the noghri, Vor'loch, first, as he was one of the more seriously injured Jedi he had seen to aboard the transport.

When he found the man, he was already being attended by others. Alaric hovered by the door, cast his eyes to the deck, and waited for the others to finish with their conversation.