Bastila had felt sick since the "incident." She had been scared, terrified even - which for a Jedi could prove to be fatal. She had no idea of how what happened had happened, and that scared her even more. She couldn’t fall to the dark side again; she didn’t even want to think about what would happen if she did. She had been lucky before, she had Revan to save her. But Revan wasn’t here now.
She always had walked a fine line between light and dark, even when she was training. The masters had always been worried about her; they had tried to take extra care around her. But Bastila had an ego. She was reckless, foolish and ambitious, it had been much too easy for Darth Malak to play to her weakness and turn her. Yes, it had taken torture at first, but when Bastila turned it was because she had wanted too.
And now it looked like somehow her dark side was coming back – taking over almost. What had happened had happened so fast that even Bastila had no time to think on it. It had just…happened.
Which was not good. Not good at all.
Her stomach was in knots as she headed for the Starbucks. What if she lost control again? What if she did something to Jaina this time?
But then…draining the life out of that mugger had felt so good. He had deserved it after all…hadn’t he?
As soon as she saw Jaina she went for the booth, she didn’t think she’d be able to drink anything if she tried.
She swallowed hard, before looking at the other Jedi and sitting down. “I…I am assuming you sensed…what…happened.”
[ooc: Yay for RPing during class and not paying attention :D]