[ This man, then, knows of which she speaks. They have a shared knowledge that feels strangely comforting. On a distant world, this strange place, they are bound together by familiarity with a loathsome regime.

She continues to walk, though she glances over her shoulder briefly, eyes darkening with memories. ]

Yes. It does. I was raised to reject the rest of the galaxy and outsiders were considered dangerous to my people. But war came to us as it will to all. My family, my friends, they were slaughtered during the Clone Wars. I buried them and I was all that remained.

[ Her head turns forward again as they continue, and when she speaks of the massacre, it's with both a haunted softness and a measured detachment. She feels deeply for those she's lost, but it is a truth she will always carry and she has learned to bear the weight. She cannot escape the pain of it, but she imagines Brasso has his own pain, as do all who know of the Empire.

She is less neutral, of course, but her open disdain for the Empire comes from knowing (or believing, at least) that her magick would be strong enough to stand against them. ]

I could not remain on Dathomir any longer. I wish to know the galaxy and those who fight for it now.