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[ To Anaxes ]

Rikka shrugs dismissively. "Does it matter?" she asks rhetorically, adding in as reassuring a tone she can without sounding too false, "It's somewhere we won't be followed, to, at any rate." Which is true enough; Anaxes has been a planet avoided, for the most part, and this will be even more true when it becomes more widely known that a certain few Sith Lords have returned from 'beyond'.

Changing the topic, the Sith Knigh asks in a lazily conversational manner, "But what about you? What have you been doing lately, other than being arrested?"

It was nice to hear someone speak your name, especially during a time when she could hardly fathom who she really was. Names were a powerful weapon on the tongues of the dangerous, they could make anything seem all too alluring if spoken right. Nervously she glanced about the floor.

"I..."

The thought of flat out rejecting the offer made place for hesitation. Somehow, the words of the Anzat seemed right, as if a little voice in the back of her head told her it was the right choice to take. She surely wanted it to be.
Strangely, this woman was the one comfort she had at the moment, the only connection she vaguely remembered from her past.

Betrayal. Trust. These words unlocked something in her mind, a voice. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember who it belonged too.
'I will save you... I promise...I'll find you...I'll rescue you... I promise...'

But no-one had saved her, no-one had helped her, except for that one woman back on the Corruo. Her and...

She focused herself back to look at Mabysyn and nodded, mostly to reassure herself of her decision.
"I'd like that."

The words felt familiar as they rolled of her tongue. Words that had long ago been spoken when offered an escape from the path of Visum, but she was not familiar with those times any longer. This was all she had, for as far as she knew. She had to make the best of what she got.

"Mina," Sam returns and she brings a hand up to cup the other woman's cheek fondly. "I wasn't myself before.. I'm glad you are here."

She does not need to tell Ronyo that bringing Isani to justice for this, for what has been done, is not what she wants. Warren deserves better than a personal vendetta in his name. "You plan to hunt Isani down?" Doing her best not to inflict the slightest hint of emotion, either relief or disappointment, Sam's eyes say the rest. She is in no position to be seeking Isani out. Their brief encounter proved at least one thing to be true: during the past five years Isani had hardened while Sam had softened. She would be no match for the Sith now, and she needed Ronyo with her. There was much to be done and she would need not only his shoulder to lead on, but most likely his eyes and ears as well.

Naboo/ Warren's Funeral

Ronyo knew Sam's question was likely one regarding the nature of the kind of "justice" Ronyo spoke of. If it had been someone else the idea of a personal vendetta might have been a possibility but with Ronyo it was part of his duty as a Jedi, and as a friend.

"Her time will come like I said, and it will likely be when the force decides the time is best. Isani has committed a crime against a friend and nature for killing, it is part of my purpose to bring such people to justice. Make no mistake it is not a matter of revenge or a personal crusade, I would not dishonor what you taught me in such a way Master."

It was the first time he had openly referred to her with that title, even though it was hers by right. Until now she had not seemed wanting of the title but likely it was best to begin bringing things back to some semblance of normalcy. With the funeral taken care of their time was now best put towards bringing Sam back to her full strength and bringing her up to date on all current affairs.

"We will need to find a place to stay for the night, and during which I can answer any question you may have Master Joelk. It probably couldn't hurt to meditate on events as well and maybe try and bring some clarity to us all."

[ Naboo ]

Mina smiles, and Sam's touch is somehow warmer than the flames. When the subject of Isani is raised, though, the Knight shies away a little -- she is not ashamed of her decision. Quite the opposite; Mina is proud of the choice she's made. She'll follow Kennero and help him grant Isani the peace of death, and then watch him be the better for it because she knows it's easier to have a dead master than a master who's dead-set on twisting you.

But for some reason -- something that extends beyond simply a sergeant's respect for the Grandmaster who saved her aboard a ghost ship -- Sam's approval is something Mina craves.

"It's Kennero's plan," she says, unsure before her voice becomes more certain. "So that makes it mine, as well."

To Ronyo's words, Mina says nothing but privately disagrees; she isn't sure if there is justice for Isani. The Sith is Sith again because her love had been too great, and she too passionate -- so when she Fell, she fell hard. Of course it didn't help that Isani had been alone in the universe with Mina's Master as her only anchor, and that she already had a dark nature to fall back on... but in the end, Mina thinks it's grief that drives Isani, and that she can understand.

It doesn't mean she forgives the woman for hurting Kennero like she is, however. Not in the least-- it just means she'd rather gift Isani with peace than see her brought to justice, which seems so trite and black-and-white in the face of something of a complexity that transcends hard lines and clear divisions. (And maybe Mina fears if she loses Kennero, she could Fall as hard as Isani has.)

The look of disbelief was hard to miss in the blonde's eyes. Could she have really done that? What could have driven her to do that? She couldn't think of a reason why the Anzat would lie about it, though. Did this mean she once had the power to go up against people of that caliber, or had she simply been as foolish as the Anzat had described herself to be at the time.

She didn't feel much like a murderous person, then again, she wasn't all too sure what she had been like before and he had been a Sith Lord after all. She could think of plenty of reasons why one would want to kill the Dark Lord, but which one did she have?

However, the part that caught her attention the most was the word 'tried', along with her sitting where she was. Sitting and being alive. How did one fail to kill a Sith Lord and live to tell the tale?

"Tried?" She questioned, her voice filled both with wonder and curiosity as it was with slight concern. "W-what happened?"

Wordlessly, Sam absorbs the words that are spoken and turns away, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. Even on a pleasant Summer evening on the temperate city of Theed, in the face of a now roaring fire, she felt the chill of too many unpleasant memories. She knew what it was to harbor deep feelings for one consumed in the nightmare of the darkside and, more than once, had tortured herself with delusions of saving the ones she loved. It took her many years, and too many lives, to learn that she could not save them -- they had to save themselves.

If Isani could not save herself then whatever judgment Kennero had intent for would pass -- Force be damned. She was too wise and felt too old to believe in fairy tales and hopes that the Force would guide the righteous. The Force guided the darkness, too; it strengthened all things, light and dark, and would be neither judge nor jury.

For a time she watched the flames flicker and consume, barely able to discern Warren's shape amongst them now. Wrapped in a dark, sheer shawl of mourning she lost herself in thought for longer than what was likely appropriate. It felt like she was being looked to again, and, like always, she felt unworthy of it. She took one last look at the disappearing man in the fire and then wrapped the shawl over both her shoulder and her hair, making a make-shift hood.

"There's nothing left to keep us here." She began coldly, perhaps too coldly. After a pause she turned way from the fire and continued, steadfast. "There will be time enough to meditate on our way to Tython."

[ Naboo ]

When Sam mentions Tython, Mina decides it is time to speak up. "Kennero and I will be meeting at Coruscant," she informs Grandmaster Ronyo, and Sam as well because she remembers the older Jedi's power and command. "And from there we will set out to find Isani."

Her tone is congenial enough, but firm -- she is not asking for permission, as she should do, but simply telling Grandmaster Ronyo that this is what she will do. She does it for Kennero, because he needs this and she won't take the chance of the Grandmaster refusing to grant them permission because he thinks the Force will deal with the revived Sith Master.