Now, Miro was conversing in earnest, still unnervingly calm about having a dark power in her current living room, but genuinely interested in what Kylo had to say. If he was the center of things, then his perspective mattered, however much she might disagree.
"The Bogan, what you would call the dark side, is not an ally as I would call it....but the Ashla is. I believe your view of the force as being in conflict with itself is only half-true. The Ashla cannot fight; it is not in its nature. Conflict, treachery, violence, hate, these are all the purview of the Bogan, and always it seeks to destroy the Ashla. That is why the Je'daii stand for the Ashla. It cannot stand for itself...but as long as there is life in the galaxy, the Ashla will remain, somewhere."
Memories paraded themselves behind her eyes, and her gaze became somewhat distant. "I did not escape the tomb un-scarred, alone. In point of fact, I became trapped on the second day when I brought the ceiling down on some orbalisks that seemed intent on making me their new host. When I was offered a way out, the price for doing so was too high, and I was...defiant." An expression of rue fell on her features and she shook her head.
"To teach me my place, my skin was torn from me and I was tossed in a stagnant pool. I was able to heal myself enough to survive, but I was young and not yet skilled in the art of healing. By the third day, I managed to find a way out. Which, in the sequence of events, is when I met my Sith acolyte friend. We'd both been sent there to be tested by our respective masters that had better things to do, me on my way out and he on his way in. He was rightly aghast by the sight of me, naked, stinking of dirty water, scarred from head to toe, occasional water-worms still wiggling here and there." She wriggled her own fingers in elucidation before taking another bite of salad.
"Anyway, he and I had a rather long talk about what it meant to be a Jedi. With his help, and quite a bit more pain, I walked away from the temple un-scarred, and he walked in with a better notion of what he'd be up against. Incidentally, that's also when I decided to leave the order and follow another path."
This time, the chuckle was sheepish. "But, I digress to excess. Tell me, if the dark power you wield is yours because you make it so....why are you worried about faltering? If you are the master of your dark side and not the other way around, shouldn't you be able to decide whether to use the dark or the light without consequence?"
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"The Bogan, what you would call the dark side, is not an ally as I would call it....but the Ashla is. I believe your view of the force as being in conflict with itself is only half-true. The Ashla cannot fight; it is not in its nature. Conflict, treachery, violence, hate, these are all the purview of the Bogan, and always it seeks to destroy the Ashla. That is why the Je'daii stand for the Ashla. It cannot stand for itself...but as long as there is life in the galaxy, the Ashla will remain, somewhere."
Memories paraded themselves behind her eyes, and her gaze became somewhat distant. "I did not escape the tomb un-scarred, alone. In point of fact, I became trapped on the second day when I brought the ceiling down on some orbalisks that seemed intent on making me their new host. When I was offered a way out, the price for doing so was too high, and I was...defiant." An expression of rue fell on her features and she shook her head.
"To teach me my place, my skin was torn from me and I was tossed in a stagnant pool. I was able to heal myself enough to survive, but I was young and not yet skilled in the art of healing. By the third day, I managed to find a way out. Which, in the sequence of events, is when I met my Sith acolyte friend. We'd both been sent there to be tested by our respective masters that had better things to do, me on my way out and he on his way in. He was rightly aghast by the sight of me, naked, stinking of dirty water, scarred from head to toe, occasional water-worms still wiggling here and there." She wriggled her own fingers in elucidation before taking another bite of salad.
"Anyway, he and I had a rather long talk about what it meant to be a Jedi. With his help, and quite a bit more pain, I walked away from the temple un-scarred, and he walked in with a better notion of what he'd be up against. Incidentally, that's also when I decided to leave the order and follow another path."
This time, the chuckle was sheepish. "But, I digress to excess. Tell me, if the dark power you wield is yours because you make it so....why are you worried about faltering? If you are the master of your dark side and not the other way around, shouldn't you be able to decide whether to use the dark or the light without consequence?"