"I'm still sorry to hear of your loss," Eniko said while she pulled her legs up into the seat with her and wrapped her arms around her knees. "I saw a picture of you two and a woman in his room. From the look you three had in the image, and from how you have described Rahm it sounds like you were very close. I... don't know how it feels to have that deep of a connection to anyone, much less someone who can use the Force." She laid her head on her knees but kept her eyes focused on Starkiller. The young woman fell silent, watching him for any sign of what she should do now. Already in the very first steps of her journey she had learned that what little she thought she had known about the Jedi and the Force was incredibly wrong and the foolish dreams of a child. The kind of people Starkiller described sounded nothing like the heroes she had heard of in her childhood, or the kind of person she had hoped to one day become herself. "Do you think that I could learn to use the Force like you? Not a Jedi or a Sith but just enough to protect myself and help others? I know that I'm... not normal, but I don't know how strong I am either."