'To gain and manipulate the power through the blood of your own being, means to harbor more potential than what's needed from the blood others?' Zarack paused to consider the sentiment, perhaps he hadn't rightly understood correctly having come into the scene on an ending note yet it seemed strange to need more inherent ability to channel strength through your own than what was required in manipulating power through foreign bodies.
[member="Balaya Praelior"] seemed to pull something into the open view, Zarack's brows lifting slightly though dropping his gaze slightly so to keep his confusion hidden and unto himself, he took a moment to ascertain a feigned and confident appearance before shifting his attention to the others, [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] as well as [member="Darth Rapax"] whom both seemed to be a little older than he, himself, and more than likely far more powerful and experienced. Thus far it'd been a matter of aerial strikes on worlds that he had no real place in being on, that had filled his time of late within the New Order, the Covenant of the Black Rose.
Rather than speak and open himself up to ridicule, he remained poised and quiet yet ever attentive on those around him, as was in his opinion, the only way he would pull anything from this apparently advanced lesson in the nature of the Force and the mannerisms in which his new brothers and sisters used it. Brothers, Sisters; yet not family. These people all still posed a silent threat as he had quickly learned from his Master, no one could be trusted and everyone sought something of their own to gain from the smallest of opportunities.
'I need to become colder...-Stronger'.
