Julius shrugged a little. Admittedly his Star Wars knowledge wasn't the best, but his main goal of bouncing Brooke out of her yelling at the ceiling seemed to be working thus far. "Eh, come and go with the will of the force unfortunately. Depends on how many people can put their lightening powers to use for the good of all, but then that doesn't seem like a very Sith-like trait." He wandered over slowly, just looking around at what there was that hadn't been pillaged by people who hadn't realized that gold trinkets weren't going to get you very far when the rebel sides didn't exactly have currency.
"Sometime though you're going to have to tell me the logic in praying before a grotesque image of a guy nailed up like a scarecrow. Usually with blood dripping out of everything from the images I remember."