The young boy's eyes would close slowly, as [member="Darth Zarrah"]'s telepathic laughter flooded into his mind. Taking a hold of his emotions, Tugoro would begin to calm himself, his breathing slowing as the many negative thoughts within his brain were swept away. He had to keep himself under control, that was definitely the main priority in this situation. Whoever this Sith was, was obviously skilled in manipulation of the worse kind, one's head. It was true that even the simplest words could set the Jedi off, though right now he found himself successfully struggling against his temper, already having found an answer for her first question. Tugoro did not wish to demonstrate his strength in sparing her underlings, he simply wanted to prove the control he had achieved over himself and the force. Even so, as his mind remembered her words and many events in the past, he found his point to be rather meaningless. It was true that the Jedi refrained from killing their enemies, though Tugoro had once lost himself in anger, and struck down a weaponless foe. Never again would he make that mistake.
Suddenly, the boy's train of thought would be broken, as two doors opened to reveal the Togruta standing upon a turbolift. Rotating on his heel, the young Jedi would turn to face the Sith Lord, as his eyes opened to examine her physique. She was definitely older than him, and judging by the absence of her force signature was also experienced too. Tugoro would begin to walk forwards, his arms staying still by his side as he did so. His fingers would not move in the slightest to his weapons, as he noted the fact that the female was unarmed. At least she wasn't attacking him, for the boy hated hitting girls. Ceasing his movement, the youth's eyes would widen briefly, as she spoke of the dark side and his dance with it's power. This was a surprise, for the Padawan really hadn't known what to expect from the Togruta, who he had pinned as an obviously powerful Sith. Despite the fact that most would be drawing their weapons at this point, Tugoro remained calm and level headed, in an attempt to resist her dark temptations. Her words were puzzling at first, though as she continued it became apparent to the youth that she wanted...Him?!
It was revolting to even think, though Tugoro knew that he could learn a lot from this woman. The things he could learn from the dark side would put him on an entirely different tier than all of his competition. It was a tempting offer, for the desire to surpass those around him was something that was constantly present within the boy's mind. Even so, the things he had been told and taught by the Jedi at the academy caused him to quickly sweep away desire he possessed, for he knew that the dark side was taboo, and eventually led to one's downfall. At least, that was what he had been taught from a very young age. Perhaps he could learn without embracing the dark side? Tugoro found himself pondering so many things, that they were hard to organize in his genius-like brain. Once again, the Padawan found himself controlling his breathing rate, for it had gotten rather erratic. It was not the close proximity that the duo shared that made him so uneasy, rather it was the strange truth that he found in some of her words. Upon watching her back turn to him, Tugoro's brow would furrow in curiosity, not exactly sure as to why she had taken such an action. Though, as her next words began to flood from her mouth and into his ears, it all became obvious. Was she...Sad?!
It was only a speculation, however, Tugoro would begin to think more deeply upon her words, his ears listening intently from everything she had to say, to the way she said it. Over the last few months, the young Padawan had faced many challenges, ones that allowed him to see the real nature of this war and the countless battles that were fought. He had come to the conclusion that perception was ultimately the enemy to blame, for many Acolytes and Padawans much like himself had been made into unquestioning pawns in the Jedi versus Sith conflict. Shaking his head lightly from side to side, Tugoro would close his eyes once more, exhaling loudly at the situation he found himself in. He just couldn't bring it upon himself to strike out or even belittle this woman, for he believed he could truly empathize with her. Stepping forwards once more, Tugoro sought to close the gap between the two, ceasing his movement when she turned around, revealing that he was right next to her now. All he had to do now was think of the right words to say, and hopefully formulate a sentence that didn't make him seem like an uneducated fool.
Looking up at the tear that streamed down the female's cheek, Tugoro's emerald eyes would beam as his mouth opened to give his response, "Our experiences are similar, but our views are different," he began, speaking slowly and even pausing here and there to think of the next thing to say. He hated using galactic basic. "Granted, not as different as most think," he continued, seriously comparing the Jedi and Sith in his head. The Sith had been responsible for a lot of terrible things in this war, prompting the youth to hold anger towards them. However, not all Sith were alike, for every individual differed, be they Jedi or Sith. "You're not 'evil', and I'm not 'good,' per say," Tugoro would pause, his gaze unwavering as his arm lifted, in hopes to wipe the tear from the female's face. If he was a sucker for one thing, it was a sad, misunderstood girl. "You're different from most Sith, that's obvious," he would conclude, smiling slightly. Despite the fact that he could be easily struck down, Tugoro found himself wondering if he could possibly make friends with this woman, and learn more of the Sith through her. Even so, the very thought was risky, for the young Jedi did not want to fall to the dark side.
