Loske had fallen into something of a psychiatrist lately. Or, at least since Brentaal IV. Maybe Kaili was right, maybe she
was a good listener. It was a little funny to think about, someone who had such a limited life experience helping others unpack their perspectives. Perhaps it was one of the powers that had been baked into the fibres of her being. Either way, she found a catharsis when unravelling this sort of stuff. And he needed it. They'd forgone any discussion the night prior, using their reunion instead to catch up on other lost moments and pillow talk rather than anything overbearing. Besides, she'd accumulated a new scar she'd been keen to show off.
She winced at the recollection of the Kuat nightmare. That should have been a stalemate, but there had been something
very wrong that day.
"I don't disagree.." He seemed to bundle up the thought quickly though, packaging it up and setting it away on a shelf somewhere else. It was a mutual understanding, morals and grudges once again being sacrificed to the eternal
Greater Good.
Any tightness in her expression while he sorted through the changes softened at the final admittance. When Cedric'd first warned her about the opinions of others, it was due in part to the public letter about The Imperium, she hadn't realized it was Jend-Ro Quill who'd penned those words. And now she was working with him to take down the Bryn'adul, alongside several other Knights and Masters, and there was no qualm. In fact, she'd found him to be pretty wise. Some of The Republic folk, especially those in parliament, she was still kinda iffy on. And The Silvers..well, she was willing to reconsider her original distaste. Mostly out of appreciation for Master Amadis; the exposure had been good for broadening her perspectives.
Her next response was tentative and quiet in observation. If he were being honest, so would she. He was close enough that he could capture a measly click in her throat; a whisper was of no concern.
"They were united then, as they are now." When he'd first begun training her, on Ruusan, he'd warned her the other Jedi viewed him as a zealot. He'd seemed comfortab--- actually. She decided to talk through all of this out loud instead of trying to iron it out in her mind.
"I am not like most Jedi Loske. I am shunned by my brethren. They call me a zealot because I have dedicated my life to fighting the Sith. If you want to find a more moderate teacher, I would understand."
"When you first started training me, at the Old Oak on Ruusan, you acknowledged that you and other Jedi didn't see eye to eye. That much hasn't changed. The main thing that's different this time is that you tried to resurrect your house, your people back to their former glory and it didn't work out the way you wanted. You weren't able to see it to completion and you were met with opposition from the get go, which I don't think you were expecting." She paused for a breath, if only to let that sink in while she hunted for where her train of thought was going. Inhaling sharply, she continued.
"That's a lot of yous in what I just said. It's a lot you took on, and stuck your neck out for. That can be an insulating. The way things are going now, more people are doing it together, establishing trust by sharing burdens and negotiating values. I'm sure it's not easy for them either, everyone has differences, but going on and tolerating one another is creating more unity than the galaxy's seen in...what I think is a pretty long time."
Frank was ready in the hallway with a statistic:
Since perhaps the Omega War.
"I think I know what I'm trying to get at, but I don't know how to say it." Loske admitted with a wounded expression.
"I guess we're both answering the question on why you're feeling on the outside.
I think you're putting yourself there."