Part 20 - Distress
Shard grimaces at Haarmon's questions. "The Space Wizard -" sure, why not? "- is probably too smart for me, too, Haarmon. I just heard things about the Sith which you haven't, is all." It's easy to see the turmoil in him, the conflict, but...is that the cause of the box? Or is it Haarmon? Because if it is...
...she understands.
Especially when he continues with his queries. Her response starts with a dry, strained chuckle. "You've just proved yourself smarter than me. Like I said, I learn from you as well, Haarmon. Yes, it's about intent. So maybe there's stuff in the box we could learn."
And Rhijans cuts in with some questions and logic of his own. "Probably need to go through 'speaking' with the Sith mind inside it," Shard mutters. "If anyone could find a way around that, it would be Haarmon, but while he was trying? I don't like the idea of that thing having access to anyone's brain."
She's about to continue when, whoosh, the box is gone, snatched away by Juragga with the intent of dumping it out the window, so to speak. Rhijans, with his customary calm speed, is already all over that. And, like him, Shard isn't thinking that Juragga is wrong, just that they need to decide HOW.
"Let's just not toss it quite yet."
While the bounty hunter deals with that, she returns her attention to Haarmon.
"There are...some exceptions, as I understand. There are some abilities, some skills, that draw directly from that side of the Force that the Jedi called Dark. They're like..." Again, she sketches in the air, helplessly. "Manifestations, I guess, of its energy. And dangerous to use. They open you up to that energy. And I don't know how to stop that. Or even recognize the one kind from the other, until I try."
Sagging in place, Shard shakes her head. "I'm a poor teacher, Haarmon. I never finished the Jedi training, and I'm muddling my through on my own path. But you know that. This box? It would be a much, much better instructor. With it, you'd probably learn how to cloud minds, to throw around stuff without touching it, maybe even to speed up other people's healing." She shakes her head. "The problem is...even if you circumvent that thing, you'd be walking a minefield, one through which I am no guide."
Both her hands rise to grip his shoulders. "And I don't want you to do that; not because I doubt you, but because I'm afraid of what will happen if you make a mistake. Just one, and we all misstep. But I can't choose for you, in the end. I won't."
"I'm your teacher, not your master."
Fingers slowly open, and she lets her hand fall. Shard closes her eyes. "And whatever you choose, I'll support that."
She won't be Nimadda...but, void help her, Shard won't be her mentor, either.