<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/807557987769122816/832686820633346078/Hira_Jedi.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Hira Darksun (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2419961)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>45 / 45<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 17 (Flat Footed 17)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 17<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 20<br/></div></div><br/>Hira took a moment longer than Leri had in the refresher, moving robotically, still deep in thought. It was... difficult to accept. Philosophy couldn't change what she felt through the Force - death by her own hands was disgusting. She had never wanted to kill anyone... But then for what purpose had her mother trained Hira despite leaving the Jedi Order? Jedi sometimes had to kill, to keep peace across the galaxy. And now they'd have to kill simply to stay alive, despite the fact that it so far only seemed like one of them on the ship had been a Jedi Padawan before... Although there was a connection to the Jedi in more of them.<br/><br/>When she exited the refresher and rejoined the others, she was wearing form-fitting, light grey and white clothing - the grey on the inner shirt layer, with a white vest over it, white pants, and slightly grey boots. The exact same colors her clothing had been before, too, but now not hidden under an unassuming brown cloak to hide them. Strapped to her leg in her only black piece of clothing was her blaster pistol, yet the saber remained hidden underneath her clothing, somehow.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm done in there."</strong>She said, dully, as she rejoined the others, her silver-white hair combed back, and the entirely silver eyes staring off into the distance still in thought, though she at least didn't seem to be despairing at her actions anymore - her body posture was far more neutral, and her facial expression was pleasant if non-descriptive once again. Only slowly did she notice that the rest of the group had fixed together some dinner. She had to get her act together, somehow.