There was no denying the way that Colette's nerves had seemed to tense up since the news reached her that war had been declared. She had been blissfully spared the experience of seeing the chaos of the battlefront since her time with the Jedi but even she knew that the day would eventually come when obligation would call upon her to truly and willingly make the choice between the pacifist's oath she took to her tribe back home and the unspoken oath she undertook as part of the New Jedi Order to protect those that lived within the Alliance's borders.
Because that was what this was all really about after all. As someone that wasn't a willing participant as much as someone who felt honorbound to partake, Colette's frustration with the whole situation seemed almost palpable. It was there in the way that her brows furrowed and her arms crossed. This fight wasn't her fight unless she made it hers, it was a stupid and pointless fight, but even she understood that when a bully with a big stick needed to be put down.
Only problem was that this particular bully had been put in its place time and time again, repeatedly, throughout most of recorded history and yet still never stopped to consider that maybe it wasn't the galaxy at large that was the problem, maybe they were. Maybe they weren't the victims as much as the town idiot who kept picking fights that they just couldn't end.
The more that Colette thought about this whole thing with the Mandalorians, the Epicanthix, the way that some truly idiotic, dumbass dimwits lived their lives and decided to call it a 'culture', the more she began to regret ever stepping out of that cave on her homeplanet and ascending into the Jedi ranks.
Her hands balled into fists and she let in a few more deep breaths before she calmed down again.
These thoughts didn't feel quite like her own, this idea of outright hating a people she had never met before was terrifying. And yet at the same time it was a sensation that was hard not to dwell upon as if it was finally time to uncork that one bottle she had kept hidden away that contained all the stuffed up dark thoughts that she had pushed away since arriving on Coruscant.
Despite Valery clearly asking for questions and Colette having many, the kid instead elected to be silent. She needed to get a grip on these emotions before they got the grip on her. No need to jump straight to hate and suffering unless she could help herself.
Thankfully Loomi managed to get a question in.
Because it is what rabid dogs do before being taken out back behind the shed and shot. Colette thought to herself as she continued her struggle to keep calm.
She just had to focus. Focus on the breathing and the act of maintaining a calm center. The rest would follow eventually. Hopefully.
Loomi
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BB-610
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Valery Noble