"I'm Daisy, this is Nine, and my friend is Lord Pradnakt. And... the thing I'd like you to know is that for all their bluster, Sith are victims as much as victimizers, and many of them are doing the best they can in the situations they find themselves in. Not all of them, and by all means I don't mean to give you the impression that they're safe, but my Pradnakt went into hermitude when she realized she was a danger to people around her in a way that wasn't proportional to the danger they were to her. She gave me the option to leave her when she thought I might want to, and made sure I had as much information as possible to make an informed decision with, even though it would have hurt her terribly if I had. She's spent the last eight years funding a library for a townfull people who would have killed her if they could - and as by far the main source of funding for that library, to be clear. These things aren't typical of a Sith, sure, but they aren't incompatible with Sithhood; it's important to her that she is one and she's not wrong that she is."

"...I know.  I know I haven't experienced the - pain and suffering, that the average Acolyte goes through, but - I've seen enough tales of life on Korriban, to know the way it goes.  And...For what it's worth, I hadn't intended to even throw that into question.  Your Lord is a Sith Lord I wish more Sith Lords were like.  I know you didn't hear most of it, but - that whole latter half of the rant, it was about ways to be a Sith, that - most of the people who lay claim to the title would disdain, but - I brought it up because I felt that Lord Pradnakt might appreciate...a way to peel apart 'being a Sith', and 'being a creature that feeds off of suffering', which is...more true, of the Dark Council, or the galaxy's present problem Darth Tenebrae, or the twisted malformation that Darth Bane will try to make of the Order with his Rule of Two, let alone the culmination of that in Emperor karking Sheev - who will be in your files under 'Palpatine' but I am not giving that man anything he wants, out of spite - some several thousand years later.  ...She's already not the latter, to be clear.  And -  ...I don't know if I'd have the ability to pull myself back from that brink, had I been through however many karking years of - living under such a constant haze of backstabbing, duplicitous powermongery.  That's what I think strength is.  So, if she thinks I think she's not a Sith, then let me be clear that I think she hews closest to what I would argue a Sith ought to be, ever since the original Sith species rose up in revolt against those who enslaved them and wrote the kriffing Sith Code.  ...Does that help, do you think?"

"It does."

"The other thing to keep in mind is that you can't have that kind of conversation at all, with someone like Lord Pradnakt, without establishing a relationship of trust first. If you try, you'll hurt them, no matter how you word it - in most cases they won't be able to hear you at all, you'll just be one more person with an unwelcome opinion on what they ought to be."

"...Oof.  Ouch.  Yeah, I deserved that."  She shakes her head sheepishly.  "I'm not used to this whole 'making friends' thing, most of my past friendships were, uh, made at me.  Still, uh.  I think I know how to properly apologize, when she gets back.  So...Thank you.  For the context, and your thoughts and your assistance."

"You're welcome." She looks over to see where Pradnakt is with her drink. "Did you have any other questions for me?"

She looks to Ciara.

No, she's good.

"I don't think so...but is there anything you'd like to ask?"

"I am curious about your 'Will of the Multiverse' situation, if you don't mind explaining it."

"I'm not sure how much there is to explain, but if you have slightly more specific questions I might have better answers?  It plucked me out of my universe and did Random Omnipotent Being things and I guess I've technically created a universe now.  Not really very exciting to have done, from the inside, though I'm honestly proud of the entirely divergent fundamental physics."

"Created a universe, huh."

Pradnakt arrives at this juncture with Daisy's milkshake, setting it in front of her and kissing the top of her head before settling herself back in her seat. "Who created a universe? And why are you still standing; go ahead and sit if you're going to stay."

"Me, but only technically.  I just did the basic physics, like, the fundamental particles and suchlike, and a little bit of the lore, for a single planet.  At a single point in time, for that matter.  And hell, I technically stole the conceptual axes of existence - the types of magic, in other words - from a video game, though I did tweak them some.  Though, y'know, the game didn't exactly bother to simulate atomic physics whatsoever."

...Sure, she'll grab a seat.

...Ciara nudges her before she manages to sit in it, though.

...She firms her posture.  "...Before I do grab that seat, though, I believe I owe you an apology, Lord Pradnakt.  It's - come to my attention that I ran my damn fool mouth, and in so doing both - overstepped my bounds, and implied something that I meant the exact opposite of.  And I'm supposed to be better than that."  Much like Pradnakt is supposed to be better than causing unnecessary suffering, but she's not going to mention that parallel.  She's learned her lesson.  "So I want to - clear the air, as was, and hopefully correct an erroneous impression I've given.

"...Could you, uh, turn off the thing where I can't give any weight to you being a Sith first, though, please; I think I can work around it if I have to but I also think it would be easier on the both of us if I didn't, for this part."

Pradnakt gives Daisy a questioning look; the droid pauses thoughtfully for a moment, but nods, and Pradnakt's Sith-ness reasserts its relevance.

"My thanks."  She takes a moment, steadies herself - dips into a bow, low, respectful, of one noble acknowledging another as an equal - and speaks, with a solemn gravity and formality.

"...Lord Pradnakt, you are the sort of Sith Lord that I would, in anything remotely resembling your position, aspire to be - and likely fail to, if I'm honest with both you and myself.  It is my honest belief that you are truer to the Code that forms the foundations of the Sith Order than every Sith Emperor I've ever heard of, and I have the utmost respect for the strength of will and spirit you have shown in - being, as you have.  I cannot think of a way to explain why that will not risk me putting my foot in my mouth again, but...  ...well, I know you wouldn't recommend it, and I haven't earned the right - but I would, nonetheless, trust my life were it in your hands, and... that is the highest form of regard I think I know how to give.  And it is thusly that I hope I might petition for your forbearance or forgiveness, as regards my hastily-spoken words, and their most vehemently unmeant implications.  ...Thank you."

Huh. "Apology accepted. And, here -" she takes a thumb drive out of a pocket and floats it over. "That's every edition of the lightsaber design textbook from the one I learned from until they stopped updating it, plus a couple related ones you might like. Bar's having a kyber growing workroom added to our suite," she adds, to Daisy.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  "Oh, thank you!"  Whether or not this contains any information useful to her future self, she is so excited to have actual lightsaber design texts from an actual Force-Sensitive.  She has dreamed of things like these.

She'll be right back!

"...I think she has decided she is going to give you an equivalent treasure to the one she feels she has just received; that may take a little bit, even with all the tricks she has for speeding things along.  Thank you, Lord Pradnakt; I haven't seen her this happy in - weeks, at least; perhaps ever."

"It's no trouble. So what was this about creating a universe?"

"Well.  You must first understand that I have no firsthand knowledge of any of this, only what my Lady has entrusted to me - but I do believe she'd share, because she has been, so I'll tell you what she's told me.

"It started when she got surprised by an angel..."

And she recounts the loose details of Alicia's story about coming to Villarosa - the surprise of it, the Angel and her corresponding human, Alicia's particular investment and involvement in fundamental physics - she's had no tutoring in anything but the very basics of arcane magic and the Light, and yet she understands so much of what moves the world that she's shared a few tricks with Ciara in her own specialty - admittedly, Alicia says she's stealing notes from that videogame again, but considering that the 'canonical' Princess's trick of commingling Light and Chaos magics to focus the latter in an intended direction was entirely of Alicia's own invention, posited as a logical consequence of the strength of Light as a weapon against demons - creatures of inherent Chaos - where Order was notably inefficient in countering its opposite...  She thinks Alicia deserves more credit for figuring things out.

She doubts that whoever built the game Alicia drew from for inspiration actually explained why the Anti-Magic Shell Alicia taught her was an ability that the 'death knight' she says she played could have possibly worked, let alone actually generate resources, and Alicia not only explained to her how to make the field, but also why it would work.  Ciara half expects that if Lord Pradnakt asked Alicia for ideas of how to use the...spirit magic?  Of her home universe in unconventional ways, she'd have dozens.  "She seems very enamored with your universe; I expect she's put a lot of thought into what she'd do in it.  She's a planner, when she's able."

Oh, hey, Alicia's coming back!  With what looks like a particularly fancy dataslate, being as it is bedazzled - and, to something of her own surprise, a crystal in her other hand.  "I have returned!  With gifts."

"Oh?"