Her constant calm and focus had of late been a mystery to Jacen. He'd been like that once, if ever questioning. But this...the things he had told her and she was still so stoic and so very her. He would always admire her for that. Much as he didn't understand how she could hold back the anger and grief for Isolder in his company. She was a better Jedi than he, though he supposed that was on public record. She was focusing on the place they'd found themselves, the war they had become a part of, and she knew very well that it didn't make any sense. Nor was she happy.
"No its not logical. I'm afraid your logic will be of little use if trying to work all this out. I was pretty sure this was part of my damnation until you, Allana. Jaina I...I didn't know. Part of me wondered was there a penance for murdering the other half of yourself but that's not fair to her is it? She hasn't yet. He shook his head, the dark thought as fleeting as the action as he looked at the love of his life, he could see her working through it all in her mind, he loved watching her figure something out. Think it all through. But she was giving him a chance, he'd gotten that much.
"I'll endevour to. I make no promises that there will not be...mistakes. I'm changed as you well know from the boy you fell for all those years ago. But I will try." He hoped that would be enough.