After waiting for more that never came, Miro nodded slowly. "It's an unusual design. I only ever crafted one before going to this," She gave the hilt of her wooden force weapon a short pat. In truth, she'd made her single lightsaber from scratch, from growing wood for its hilt to cutting down a crystal for its blade. The process had been time consuming, but it had led to an appreciation for the craftsmanship inherent in creating a blade. Robes rustling, Miro rose from her seat and helped herself to another handful of nuts. She was absurdly fond of the things.
"Application without understanding will never lead to mastery." While keeping half an eye on the wound at his side, she continued; "Do you know anything of your history... of our shared history? The birth of our orders are intertwined... one giving rise to the other and leading to its fall, back and forth and more than once. We are bound together, all of us... through our heritage and through the Force." She nodded towards the bacta patch covering his side. "Were you ever taught to heal your own wounds through the force?"
For a Sith in her time, survival was of primary importance and any acolyte who wanted to rise in the ranks of the empire made it a point to learn how to heal the most grievous injuries. Kylo Ren was seemingly unaware how to do this, a fact that said more about his instructor than anything else. Either the young man was being set up for failure and ultimately death....or the Sith of this age were far removed from what they had once been.
Whatever the case, it was clear that he had both great potential and a great deal to learn... but whether he could control himself long enough or even desired to try, was another matter.
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"Application without understanding will never lead to mastery." While keeping half an eye on the wound at his side, she continued; "Do you know anything of your history... of our shared history? The birth of our orders are intertwined... one giving rise to the other and leading to its fall, back and forth and more than once. We are bound together, all of us... through our heritage and through the Force." She nodded towards the bacta patch covering his side. "Were you ever taught to heal your own wounds through the force?"
For a Sith in her time, survival was of primary importance and any acolyte who wanted to rise in the ranks of the empire made it a point to learn how to heal the most grievous injuries. Kylo Ren was seemingly unaware how to do this, a fact that said more about his instructor than anything else. Either the young man was being set up for failure and ultimately death....or the Sith of this age were far removed from what they had once been.
Whatever the case, it was clear that he had both great potential and a great deal to learn... but whether he could control himself long enough or even desired to try, was another matter.