Sword of Shiraya
Nodding slowly, Lorn gave Bastila's blunt assessment the weight it deserved. Her hesitation was the only thing keeping them grounded in reality while the promise of a fight pulled at his instincts. This was entirely reckless and probably foolish. Every lesson he should be teaching his Padawan suggested they walk away, but the galaxy rarely offered clean choices.
"I've considered the risks," Lorn said, meeting Bastila's gaze. "It's a gamble. But I haven't had a worthy fight in a long time, and cutting out a piece of Solipsis' elite is an opportunity I can't ignore." He saw Jared offer his support and pointed toward the man in quiet approval. Having the Underground on board made the odds feel slightly less suicidal.
Turning back to the Imperial, Lorn let his hands drop to his sides, though he stayed clear of his weapon. "I won't order anyone to follow me into this," he said, the words heavy with the memory of those he'd already lost. "But the ends justify the means here. If we can break the Sith's grip on Ghorman, I'll work with an Imperial to do it."
