Jacen looked up as the younger man made his way into the gym and already seemed to look nervous at the concept, planning, it seemed to leave him to it. Did he really make people that nervous? He supposed it made sense but all the same it was exactly the image he needed to get away from if his sister was ever going to grow to trust him again. It wasn't fair to leave her thinking of him as she must. She was so very young here. And she hadn't watched what they called his decline. She'd left him a young Jedi, questioning the Force yes but firmly believing there was no light and dark, just what you made of it. Vergere's teachings. She had never excpected him to become this.
Perhaps it was a bad thing after all.
"The company is fine Jack. Are you signing up for classes or just here to work out? By all means make yourself at home. I shouldn't be here too much longer. I'm just working out lessons, preparing what to teach people. I've had the idea that if Booth is teaching combat perhaps I should teach it to those with additional powers. What do you think? We apply different tactics to those without. It adds an entirely new perspective to things that they just don't get?" Jacen sat down in the middle of the floor crossing his legs. It was a strange kind of workout but the purpose became clear when after a moment or two several of the dumbells lying around the place rose into the air and began to spin around him. "So would you be interested in classes like that?" he said, as if nothing strange was happening.