Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan shrugged and sighed. "You know, your unease is pretty easy to see even if i wasnt force sensitive. Im not a Sith, and im not some criminal. Just a man who came from Dantooine and desired to help people rather than remained trapped in the constant hatred for me on that ball of Dirt, ok. So you can at least not act so annoyed for trying to help you whether you want it or not, that stuff damages and destroys you and your mind so i really dont think that you want that or you will turn into a brainless singer who has completely lost them self in their vices." He didnt even stop walking, nor did his voice hold any anger or raise a single bit, it was still kind and soft even if his words werent fully so. He did glance at her though, his pale blue eyes focusing on her and blinking as he stared, kind and soft like his voice, but even more so curious about her and why she had come to those vices and if she truly knew how much they would destroy who she is. [member="Alice Shaw"]