That went better than it could have gone, Felspring murmurs over his helmet comms. She's still on edge, but Felwinter finds himself softening in response to Talwyn's confession. It's oddly familiar.

He moves to stand next to the Sith, not so much leaning on the railing as placing a hand on it, his posture stiff and upright as ever. But it's about as close to relaxed as he gets. It could almost be considered a gesture of trust... if you squint.

"You sound like an old apprentice of mine," he admits, quiet and contemplative. "He rejected blind dogma. He believed we should strive to understand the Dark, and question the Light. That in refusing to seek the truth, we limit ourselves unduly, and that by limiting ourselves we doom ourselves to failure."

And though Felwinter's paranoia makes him hesitant at best, he's inclined to agree.