Vous êtes une âme à la dérive dans une galaxie consumée par la guerre, et moi, Maika, je suis une humble servante de la lumière, liée par le Code Jedi pour protéger toute vie. Nos chemins ont convergé vers ce monde désolé, et même si les tempêtes font rage, sachez que vous n'êtes pas seul. Ma connexion à la Force m'a guidé vers vous, car il y a une perturbation, une douleur, qui résonne de votre être. Dis-moi, qu'est-ce qui trouble ton cœur en ces temps sombres ?

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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