"Like who?" Bastila asked, rubbing the back of her neck. "I know there are some very...powerful people here..."
...but would that be enough? Bastila didn't finish her sentence.
She wanted Revan. Revan would know what to say, what to do. But Revan wasn't here, he was gone. He had been gone before Bastila had come here.
"Do you think...if I fall again...there would be any hope. For me?" Bastila looked at Jaina, no longer looking like the proud Jedi she normally did. She looked like a child, and sounded like one too.
She felt like the little girl being taken away from her home and taken to Dantioone to learn the ways of the Force. She was so scared then. Scared she would never live up to the expectations of the Jedi. Scared she'd never get a Master to teach her. Scared she'd fall to the dark side...