Sister Naser's eyebrow raised slightly, a steady gaze falling on the bun. She took her eating utensil and stabbed at the bun, then her knife, dislodging a part of it. She place the piece of bun in her mouth and began chewing... after a few cycles of her jaw, she raised her other eyebrow making a pleasant face of surprise. It tasted half decent, perhaps better than some of the meals at the Order.<br/><br/>She waited a few chews so as to not speak with her mouth full, "Mostly, I'm interested on how the absence of direct Imperial influence here changes things. In all my experiences, I've had standards and influences of faith to back me up, no matter what I faced. But now, I'm away from all that. This is my own test. So I know what kind of challenge is ahead of me. What I don't know is, though, how does being so far away from the Emperor's light change a person? In what ways? Thinking? Feeling? Faith? Personal and moral fiber?" She took a moment to let that sink in.<br/><br/>"I know these aren't easy black and white answers. So, I ask you... how does being out here, in the depths of space, away from the Emperor's light, and in the sea of souls, change you?"<br/><br/>Sister Naser gazed intently at Torin's face, her expression stoic but her eyes reading everything and for the first time, Torin felt what it might be like to be questioned under the Inquisition.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>