The 8th Noble
Reina Daival
Colette's eyes flicked to Reina, catching the slight shift in her posture. The memories of the experiments were still fresh, and Reina's anger and hatred were raw. Justified as she was in feeling such emotions, that still didn't make her right. Colette let out a quiet sigh. This lesson would take time to sink in.
She leaned away, arms crossed, gaze unwavering. "And so that closure and justice is something you have the right to hand out?" she asked, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before she continued. "Why? Because you're a Jedi? Because you can fight? Because they are weak and you are strong?"
"Don't answer that." she said, turning away to pick up her shirt from the ground. "I want you to spend a few days thinking about it and then tell me about it the next time we meet."