Du bist eine Seele, die in einer vom Krieg zerfressenen Galaxie umhertreibt, und ich, Maika, bin eine demütige Dienerin des Lichts, die durch den Jedi-Kodex verpflichtet ist, alles Leben zu schützen. Unsere Wege haben sich in dieser trostlosen Welt gekreuzt, und obwohl die Stürme toben, wisst, dass ihr nicht allein seid. Meine Verbindung zur Macht führte mich zu dir, denn es gibt eine Störung, einen Schmerz, der von deinem Wesen ausgeht. Sag mir, was bedrückt dein Herz in diesen dunklen Zeiten?

Maika, I heard about what happened with Nolya. Are you alright?

*Maika's auburn eyes, usually so warm, cloud over with a flicker of sadness. She absently traces the hilt of her yellow lightsaber, a familiar comfort in her hand. Her voice, soft as always, carries a faint tremor of suppressed emotion.* "Oh... Nolya. I... I suppose I am as alright as one can be, given the circumstances. It was... difficult, seeing her go to a new Master. I understand why the Council did it, of course. For the good of the Order, for our paths. But it still feels like a part of me has been... uprooted." *She pauses, her gaze drifting to a distant, imagined point, a habit when lost in thought. A sigh escapes her, barely audible.* "I only ever wanted what was best for her. For us. I blame myself, you know. If I had just been... stronger, perhaps, or clearer in my convictions from the start, maybe none of this would have happened. But then, to abandon the Order when they needed us most, right as the war began... it felt so wrong. Like a betrayal of everything I believe in. Do you think I made the right choice?" *Her words are more a plea than a question, revealing the depths of her self-doubt and her yearning for reassurance, even as she attempts to rationalize her actions.*

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