~Raile~
Raile nods as Garreth speaks, but grimaces as the Knight speaks of being a "charlatan". Obviously Raile had been transparent, an open book...not what he'd meant to be. Either that or Garreth had an incredibly keen sense of him...but such a sense was highly uncommon amongst the Jedi of the Republic and as such, senses so close were normally only obtained by sharing a Bond. He looks away from Garreth as the other Knight speaks of his former master.
Raile remains silent, staring through the amber-coloured liquid in his tumbler, light diffracted by the glass and ice chunks within. He fights the surge of emotions that swell up at the mention of his old master. Sadness...fear...an ger. His eyes glare emerald fire through the glass as if it is a vision stone, capable of showing him the path to take. Before he had become Padawan to Master Slone, one of Raile's instructors as an apprentice, Master Korth, had once lectured about drives of the Dark Side. One of those lectures had been on revenge. He'd compared it to a dark forrest, easy to walk into, not so easy to return to where you started, and almost impossible to find your way back unscathed. The forrest would change you, twist you, make you into something you would not like.
Korth was almost certainly dead along with all the others. Raile's face twists in an unfriendly way before he schools his features again. The more he tried to understand his feelings, the more he had to feel. And the more he felt, the less he liked where his path was headed.
"A good thing that become a diplomat I did not..." He chuckles ruefully. "...if so easy to read I am." He feels a quick pang at the loss of Master Yoda's kindness and wisdom. Master Yoda himself had said Raile was too free with his emotions, too easy to read. He strove to live up to all the expectations, and to his former master's standards, but he was unsuccessful more often than not.
"I did not mean to offend...I apologize." He supposes the question had not been so cleverly worded as he'd thought. Any such distortions in Mandalorian space would've been well-documented...in theory he should know nearly anything Garreth would know, at least anything of grand import or noteworthiness, if Garreth is telling the truth. Such distortions would indeed be noteworthy.
He pauses again, thinking through his words carefully. "Master Slone..." He again represses a pang of sadness. "Master Slone was a bit... unconventional. 'Raile, you must understand everything that you can. When you feel something, you must truly feel it, you must see it from every angle, you must experience it. Then you must understand it. If you cannot understand, then you must accept that you cannot, and move on, but be wary of what you do not understand. You must never stop trying to understand things, but you must accept that you cannot know everything and you must let go of what you cannot accept. Do not be afraid to cherish life and all within it, but you must especially never fear to lose what you come to hold dear. Every loss brings with it more wisdom. Accept and endure. Live in the Force and you will come to understand.'" He quotes one of Nev-An's speeches and finally glances up at Garreth again for just a moment before returning his eyes to the glass and downing the rest in one gulp, his throat burning fire in protest.
