"I don't even pretend to understand the Force," Vi replied. The Force had once been something completely fictional to her that had become all too real when she'd arrived here and made friends with Jacen. It gave her a deeper respect for it, almost a religion. There was so much to it that she didn't know about, which she thought didn't give her the right to debate the rights and the wrongs. "Sometimes the middle ground is best but that's specific to what's being debated. It doesn't work for everything." Did that even make sense? It sounded like ramble.
"If I start talking too much, feel free to tell me to shut up. My mind runs away sometimes and I completely forget verbal punctuation. Words just keep coming until I'm embarrassed or have stuck my foot in my mouth. Tis the life of Vi," she said and shrugged. It had gotten better since she had become cell co-leader and with the confidence being a Slayer imbued her with, but it hadn't kicked the habit completely. She still babbled like a brook sometimes.
"I can't even imagine. You think you're done, you've run the race and you finally finished and then to suddenly be back alive again? To have to adjust to that?" She shook hear head. "You seem to be doing well, at least on the outside?" Anakin was a hard one to read, a closed book. He could have been hurting on a deeper level and she wouldn't have known. "You're lucky. Not many people are that certain about their path from that age."
She smiled sadly. "That's the life people like us live. We fight and we die young so that others can go on."