Meetra's way of teaching was odd, because she could adapt. She saw how Gamora moved, and never gave corrections. She simply moved again, showing the form again. With many she'd be more direct, but Meetra herself was a mimic. Showing something was always easier, and she could tell that in this case showing would go better as well. Still, sometimes she caught herself moving similarly to Gamora, and would repeat herself. She was here to teach, not to copy off others. She'd simply file it away to learn at a later date.
"I was not speaking of the blade," she offered simply and almost bluntly. Hiding emotions from a Jedi was always tricky, because unlike thoughts they tended to skp off people without their direct consent. Only the truly practiced could hide emotions, or lie about how they felt and what they felt. The clipped words made Meetra pause and turn to the other woman. Then she raised an eyebrow. "If you wish to think so, that is your right." Which was, honestly, Meetra's way of saying 'you're wrong' without actually saying those words. It had driven her companions up walls, because she made them acknowledge their own words and think a different way. It was one thing for someone to say others were wrong, but making them acknowledge their wrong themselves? That was the trickier part.
"Jedi, true Jedi not like me, practice distancing themselves from their emotions. Living life without acknowledging them. This is an impossibility. No mortal creature, made of flesh and bone, is without emotion or can live a life without having them guide them in some fashion. The true test is not in denying emotion. It is acknowledging they exist, but being able to act in a way so they do not hold the reigns. Kill an enemy with hatred or dislike in your heart and that weighs on you. Kill an enemy without letting those influence you? There is the trick. And it is possible." Her tone never shifted from conversational. She wasn't telling Gamora her outlook was bad or wrong, simply sharing parts of her own story. She'd done this with her companions too. Meetra's skill in leading people was never telling them how they were wrong, but offering them insights into her own life and letting them draw from those experiences. "In my life I stood against a creature," Sion hadn't been human anymore by any sort of measure, "made of pain and hatred. These things fueled him. Kept him alive. Had I pain or hatred in my own heart, I could have never defeated him. Those things I set aside. Even pity I had to set aside, despite the fact that I did pity him." She tilted her head, "When I destroyed Malachor, I did not do this with hatred, fear, or anger in my heart. Had I not, it would have killed me or made me like Nihilus, who had not set those things aside and became a void of hunger and dark."
She smiled then and nodded. "I do." She offered simply and extinguished her 'Saber. "Something I do not feel I could do when distracted." Although she was careful not to say Gamora couldn't keep practicing. Some people needed distance to talk. "And if you wish to speak, know what words you say won't leave this room." That was promise she knew she would keep. She had a lot of secrets she'd take into the Force.