Ishida shrugged dismissively at Jem's conjecture. As
Michael Sardun
's padawan, she was used to operating
slightly outside The Order's sanctions. Their modus operandi was largely the same, just a bit more
focused.
Jem Fossk
's suggestion that an addition might have been easier was disappointing, but not entirely surprising.
"It's not here." She stiffened, and arched a brow skeptically at Jem.
"I don't wear it all the time. It's...a lot." Her hands smoothed over the napkin on her lap and stayed folded here.
"I only wear it while training, or on the field. It's one of a kind. I think it was made custom for Master Sardun — it doesn't completely fit me, so I'm not even sure I'm getting all the benefits." Her mouth drew into a thin line. Perhaps not the benefits, but Bernard seemed happy to imply that she was getting the afflictions from it. Altering her behaviour to go back to the severity he'd tried to suggest was inappropriate for her.
Ishida liked her severity. She held it close to herself, like a treasure worth protecting. Her father had made her harsh, but she was keeping it until the day she used it against him.
"No, but they get the benefits. Like a battlemeld." She tilted her head and considered that explanation. It was the closest she could come to articulating the network effects.
"I plan on training with it a lot more before Exegol." Ishida lowered her voice, her tone conspiratorial.
"Are you..ready for what that might mean for you?"