She nods. "I do think I have ideas on that front. And...Hmm. On the one hand, of course it is.
"On the other hand, the purpose of a blade is to cut. And yet the Force is not a weapon. It's the thing that brings us all together.
"Why is the iconic symbol of the Jedi a naked blade? What are we cutting, Master Windu - what are we cutting and why? It - is disconcerting, to me. Now that the galaxy isn't engulfed in a sandstorm, I - I look at what the Order has done, and what the Republic has done to the Order, and I find myself worried that any collection of mortal beings is capable of holding the det-codes for organized Light-wielding Force-use.
"That's not to say that -"
She pauses. Tears herself from whatever thought she's having, because it's just become a wordless inchoate tangle that comes out in a strangled noise. Aggressively messes with her hair.
"Regardless of whatever I was just saying, which was some - half-formed, messy, thing - I do think that it is good for the Republic to exist. I just don't...
"Even with the Iblis-Antilles Chancellorship, I feel like the Order cannot pursue the Force with the devotion the task deserves, if it is also trying to serve Masters -" and from the twist Kina puts on the word, Windu can be quite sure that Kina means the slaving kind - "that will, we all know, eventually find their way back into the halls of power, because good people don't want to have such things.
"I guess the thing I'm trying to say is that -
"There was a comment General Syndulla made, when we were kicking over Jabba. And it's still haunting me.
"Because when I became a Jedi, I thought I was free.
"And I'm not sure if I am, anymore.
"And..."
...She pauses. Sits herself in a meditative position, hands clasped together, knuckles white, eyes closed, breathing heavy but slow.
"Most of this conversation has just been me opening my mouth and words falling out that I am just as surprised as you to hear. This bit is quite possibly more premeditated.
"Albeit, clearly not premeditated enough, because something about the idea of casually admitting that a lot of what sparked this musing had been premised firstly upon the question of whether Light Sith could exist as much as Dark Jedi do, secondly upon a scrap of Force-philosophic tripe allegedly uttered by Darth Revan, and thirdly upon the fact that something about this 'Father' figure is just rubbing me raw the more I think about what he seems to stand for -
"Well, it's a stupid decision, but I've made it, so if you think I've gone nuts please make it quick. But I think that...to distil what little truth I'm sure of -
"There is a way in which the Jedi Order has forgotten the foundation of compassion that feats of Light require because it doesn't want to think about love. Because it euphemizes the cloying, suffocating ownership urge as a simple 'attachment'. Because it says fear is of the Dark side but cannot seem to say that courage is of the Light. Because - we sit here, in our grand Temple, while there is still suffering beneath our very feet, blind to what we don't allow ourselves to see.
"And I feel like I'm falling into that trap with you and I don't know how to fix it!
"...I don't think that's - all that there is, though, that I should mention.
"I tried to contact the other Force entity, not the Dark one, not the so-called Father. And there was something she wasn't being allowed to warn me of, and I don't know why but it - it's grating like a loose repulsor coil in my ears that there's something that's going to go wrong.
"Though I suppose that's more an internal feeling than an external one. All I have that's sure is that she said something like 'pay attention to the people you care about, figure out what's hurting them, and try to fix that', but that still means that people are getting hurt!"
...The room stops shaking.
"...I don't like it. When people get hurt. But I'm not sure how to stop that. Because I can't be everywhere at once, or...
"Or trust, I suppose, that people I don't know will do the - right, good - no...the good thing, more than the right one. Whatever that means.
"I might trust a certain Separatist leader about doing a thing right, to pick an intentionally controversial example, but I don't think I can ever trust him to be doing the exact same thing he might do right, to be done goodly.
"And that's..."
She trails off, mid-sentence, as something hits her.
"Oh.
"I'm afraid."
It looks like an epiphany. It looks like defiance of suffering and all its works. It looks like Kina's guttering, drawn-inward Force presence flaring with renewed brightness.
"Kriff that. You won't take me like that, you karking piece of bantha dung. I banish you, I cast you out, may the sands and suns scour you clean from memory and time! Begone from me, for there is nothing you have that I desire!"
She allows herself a small, relieved laugh. "I suppose if this 'being a Jedi' thing falls through somehow, I might have a career as an actress; my apologies for the entirely necessary dramatics, nonetheless. It... Helps. And, hey, there's technically a real person I'm shouting at, if the Father is to be believed!
"...Pursuant to that whole 'Oh hey I just noticed I'm terrified' thing, Iiiiiiiiiii, am gonna go ask Yoda a philosophical question real quick! I need to go get some surprisingly enigmatic wisdom!" She seems - surprisingly peppy, really, as she bolts off. "Be right back! Eventually!"