His entirety was made up of light and dark. Black and white. There wasn't something in the middle? That was, intriguing. Starkiller would have to meditate on that little fact going forward while he figured his way home. Or if he was staying. He wasn't sure what he was doing yet.
"I can tell." Was all Starkiller said casually. "You need a proper master to train you." He muttered. He could do it, but frankly, he didn't want to. "Where do your skill fall?" This was going to be good. Starkiller approached her with interest and intrigue.