Valery Noble
Ghosting still sounded like an excuse for a Jedi to assert a position above others in the wheel of life. If this trial gave them the right to come back and offer 'guidance' then how did that not speak of how misguided they were? They assumed that their words mattered the most, that they would be able to steer the living back on what they could consider a right course, and at that point it was a question of who the hell gave the dead the right to live through those who were alive.
Valery could twist and turn this however she wanted if it made her feel better about herself, but that didn't change the fact that she was deluding herself and willfully pulling wool over her own eyes. To some extent it was infuriating to think that for as wise and strong as she was, even she wasn't without her issues. But, perhaps that was what it meant to be human. At least that was what the elder had said once, and back then it had sounded really wise.
"I am not!" She exclaimed and furrowed her brows.
"I don't get this tight-lipped nonsense that these 'civilized' people hold onto so damn much. Personal truths should always be spoken, and they should always be challenged. A tribe that doesn't change is a tribe in stagnation, and those are the first to die."
But, it was clear that Colette didn't mean just any 'civilized' people. Despite only having known the concept of nobility for a short while it had still traumatized some part of the girl's psyche and burned a hole through her skull that lit up every time that she thought about how they positioned themselves above others out of 'obligation' and 'right' despite having done nothing to prove they are worthy of leadership.
"It's a miracle to me that the people like Corazona's haven't died yet. That those beneath them haven't pulled the rug and devoured them whole and scattered their worthless ideals of being 'born and forced into leadership' to the wind."
But since they were going.
"I don't understand how people that live to fight and struggle are allowed to live as they do instead of being shown the error of their ways, or failing that, put out of their misery and reintegrated into a society that is built to actually survive."
Actually, a lot of bottled up emotions began to unfurl.
"Mandalorians and Epicanthix are built around the worthless ideal of 'might is right', and have clearly been shown that they are wrong. Yet they don't change. Why should they be allowed to live in that misery? This abject failure to understand that their ways have no way of sustaining themselves beyond their current predicament? Always looking for the next fight, always holding on to a tradition that DOES. NOT. WORK?!"