Kito took her hand back. She understood the need to do things on your own, but she still made a mental note. As much as she didn't want to, it was hard not to establish an absolute boundary. Her offer of help wouldn't come again — unless she was told to. If anything, she was more embarrassed about the offer.
Her mind wandered, and her silence remained as she tried to understand everything the Master was explaining. It seemed there was no absolute answer, no one truth that could justify everything. Kito made a note of it, wondering quietly again about the small nomadic group that had taken her in as a child. Emotions weren't something she was used to relying on, knowing too easily how they could spin her shaping out of control.
As she let the pair talk, Kito looked at her hand as a small flame manifested, dancing along her fingertips. Emotions… they were like an infection. She repeated the thought quietly. The more she was exposed to them, the easier they would be to ignore or manage…
Her brow furrowed at the thought. She knew what love felt like… even now, separated from the person she loved, she could feel that warmth. It burned brighter than any flame she could produce. Kito didn't want to lose that intensity nor feel it for someone else.
The thought felt alien to her.
Kito kept to herself; it seemed her fellow padawan was more familiar with the Master. It was okay; she figured they were too unlike to pursue a friendship. Kito had already tried and was nicely rejected.
Shaking her head, she followed and loosened the pack from her back. It was set down carefully as she rolled her shoulders back, and a hand rubbed the base of her neck. Fingertips gliding over old wounds, punctures forming small half-moons. Upon realizing she had slipped her tunic, Kito fixed herself and caught up to the pair in time to hear about the stakes.
"How do we imbue the force in these?" Kito nodded towards the stakes. They didn't seem to have crystals on them, and to her knowledge, that was the only way — mostly done during lightsaber construction.
Her demeanor shifted, her brow furrowed again, revealing her slight frustration.
"Master, I'm sorry to continue the previous conversation, but I don't understand…" Again, embarrassed.
"If emotions are like an infection, why do we want to feel them? Even good ones… wouldn't that dull the sensation of them… like love?"
Something ate at her, her crimson gaze flickering towards the ground.
"What if the feeling feels too good… what if it's for someone the galaxy doesn't want you to love…?"