Phobos
Hot Headed
“You can perhaps help people with your flames. It felt as if it was really rejuvinizing. Can it do anything else?”
"I... I'm not sure," Phobos noted, rubbing at her chin. "I believe it's simply energy in a raw form. I suppose that means it could be used in lots of ways. I'm not really familiar enough with myself to know entirely how to use it yet."
It was a part of her, but she was still unsure of it's nature. She knew that she needed it there to feel the force, and that it could do lots of really good things, but beyond that she found herself rather lost on it's true nature. Still, it clearly had a purpose, so who was she to question what it really was? It was a gift. That gift should not be put to waste.
"Yeah, I think it's more of that sense of knowing everything and nothing," she shrugged. "I like the way you described it. That is sort of how it feels."
A sigh escaped from her chest as she drifted off into thought for a moment. Before long she was speaking again.
"I'll find out what it all means as I go, I think," Phobos remarked. "I... have a strong feeling deep within me that this is the case. I'm unsure of why... The will of the Force, I assume." She turned her head back to Zaiya. "What of yourself? I'll find who I am in time, but I would like to know you. A courtesy for your kindness in assisting me with my plight."