Laena was quietly following Osha from a distance and she was crouching on top of a nearby rock at the top of the cliff, when Osha picked up the lightsaber.

"I see that you have already met with Laena." Osha looked over her shoulder, when Laena lightly landed on the ground next to her. "After all, that is her old lightsaber that you're holding." Osha looked down at the blue lightsaber in her hand.

"Stay where you are." Osha pointed it at him in the water and when Laena went for her own, Qimir whistled and Laena glanced at him. Qimir shook his head and Laena was leaving it, watching them both.

"Well. If I hear a dying scream from you, I guess I will know that two people have died today." Laena stated as she was walking past Osha, who was looking at her.

"What do you mean, two people?" Osha asked.

"One of them would be him and the other would be your good friend, Kalna." Osha's eyes widened at the words. "But the pressure of her own grief, guilt and pain is already killing her. Isn't it?" Laena asked as Qimir sighed.

"If you're not gonna join me, I'd like to put my clothes back on." Qimir said and Laena snickered at the words. "I'd rather not be killed here and die naked." He said as Osha was aware of Laena behind her, who sat on a boulder and was simply prepared to wait.

"You're wondering if it's honorable to kill me like this. Heat of battle, it's justified, but a few hours later, it's vengeance." Qimir said and Osha looked concerned. "Now you're wondering how I can read your mind. I can't. Not exactly. Your anger betrays your thoughts." He was all too calm about it, a fact that only just seemed to make Osha more and more angry.

"Why bring me here?" Osha asked him angrily, hating all of the deceptions and the games. "Why not kill me? Am I supposed to be your prisoner?" Laena scoffed at the words. "And what the heck are you scoffing over at there?!" Osha snapped, loudly enough for the other person to hear.

"For the fact that you think you're a prisoner, but that you are also holding the weapon." Laena said as she was getting up, before she was summoning her lightsaber back to her and out of Osha's hands.

The girl stepped back, but she also had Qimir's lightsaber and Laena nodded. "I will be taking this." She said, holding up her old one.

"Laena's right. You're the one with the weapon." Qimir added.

"Did you kill Sol?" Osha asked.

"No." Qimir murmured.

"Did you kill Mae?" Osha asked.

"No." Qimir said. "But it's interesting that you ask about him first, though. He taught you the Jedi arts. But he's more to you than that. A special relationship, isn't it? Master and pupil." He said and Osha was looking past him to Laena, who was inspecting the older lightsaber. "Lae." He said and she didn't react. "Hey!" He spoke up, tossing a pebble at her foot and she jumped.

"Need your help." He said simply and she shrugged, before she walked after him and Qimir sighed. "I need some of that," he tapped her temple quickly. "So, that I can contact my sister." He said and Laena was quietly shaking her head.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Laena admitted freely and he glanced at her, and he grunted in pain. "What's wrong?" She asked and he swiftly pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, where his blood was beginning to drip from.

"How many did you kill?" Laena asked quietly and Qimir nodded slightly, before he was tearing off some to make a bandage for it.

Until there was blood on his other arm and he groaned, looking at it. "Are those names?" She asked as she looked at them.

Yord Fandar - K

Jecki Lon - P

"Ow." Qimir muttered and Laena was glancing up at him, before she rested her hand over top of the blood-soaked areas as she closed her eyes.

Laena sealed the wounds and she looked down at the blood on her hands, before she was clenching her fists. "Thanks, Laena." He said and she was nodding slightly.

"No problem." Laena said as they were walking onwards. Laena stopped to wash the blood off of her hands and she looked down at the water, seeing her reflection.

The ugly scar that disfigured her and she was shaking her head, before she looked at the lightsaber at her waist. Laena pulled it off of her belt and she stood up, igniting the dark purple blade.

Laena moved through the main forms that she had been taught, prior to being thrown out of the order and her eyes burned with the memory of it.

"You are a failure, Laena."

Her master's words rang through her mind and she felt tears falling down her face and she allowed her lightsaber to drop onto the ground, before she was dropping down onto the ground and then, she had her head in her hands.

Laena hated it, the feeling of being so weak from nothing but words, as she clenched her fists tightly. Laena wasn't even sure how long she had been out there, when she could smell food.

"It's me, don't cut off my head."

Laena smiled at the words and then she glanced over at Qimir, who swiftly brought a bowl of stew over to her and she was taking it.

"Thanks." She said and he nodded quickly, eating a bowl of her own. "So, your head is still attached to your neck, I see." She stated and Qimir nodded.

"Who would take care of you then, if Osha cut off my head?" Qimir wondered and she was looking at him.

"Very funny. I can take care of myself." She countered and he was nodding. "Besides. If it was an issue of taking care of people, who would heal your wounds and take care of you if I was dead?" She wondered and he was looking out over the water, as the waves crashed into the rocks that were all over the fjord. "Did you tell her about the helmet?" He nodded.

"Yeah. We will see, if she does eventually choose to put it on." He said and she nodded slightly. "I fixed yours up a little bit, you had some cracks growing in the back." He said as she smiled, before she nodded.

"Thanks." She mumbled before she was looking down at the bowl in her hands and he was looking at her, his eyebrows pulling together.

"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly and she sighed. "You heard the words, again." He said and she was nodding.

"Yeah. Every time I catch sight of myself in the water or a reflective surface... All I hear, are those words." Laena admitted quietly and Qimir looked at her, before he reached out and gave her a quiet hug.

Laena rested her head on his arm and Qimir's eyes flashed. "Don't be ashamed of that scar, Laena. It just means that you are a battle-hardened survivor." He murmured as she was silently moving her head forward, so that her hair was covering the scar.

"Hey." He said and she was blinking in surprise, when he moved her hair out of her eyes, away from her scar and she was looking at him. "Don't." He said and while she had been expecting an order about it, it was less of an order and much more of a suggestion.