Kina looks up from where she's sitting on the floor as the door opens and the light hits her eyes, blinking in a way that just looks tired.
"...hey. What brings you to my resting place?" She stands from where she's resting her back against the metal of the interior wall, and steps out. "I was...just, processing, about to get ready to go check on you, actually, but I think I missed the moment - it wasn't really urgent, anyway, whatever it was.
"Did Qui-Gon tell you what was up with the, anti-Jedi? Because I don't know what you saw when you looked at him, but boy, I saw some shit. It was...it was distilled, distilled, um." She grasps for a word. "I've been thinking about things, and...the Force is probably filling a lot more gaps than I knew I had, even after I started to consciously reach out, because I always sort of...had this impression of people, like if I looked at them the right way, I could see - their essence, I suppose? Their emotions? And...I saw what he looked like because, it's a reflex to look that way when something bad's coming, seeing how people feel helps you navigate through fights before they happen, but...he looked like suffering, he looked like something being blown around in a sandstorm of chaos, without even a beacon home...He looked like a person had been pared down to a glass knife - sure, it's sharp, but it breaks so easily, and I...I saw him, I saw him die, and I wished I could tell him I was sorry, that...I didn't want this for him, because even him, I don't, even Watto, even Gardulla should get to be happy, in the end, and he was never going to have a chance because of you and me and Qui-Gon, and...and he couldn't believe me, like he'd been so twisted up by whatever makes a person do this that, there was nothing anyone could say to bring him out of the dark despair...and...and now he's dead and there's not anything we can do, his soul's just lost, I think he, destroyed himself or something out of spite, or he's gone somewhere else somehow and honestly I don't know if I prefer that which scares me because I think people deserve to exist but I want him to be not-existing because if he turns up as a ghost later he'll be extra problems and it seems wrong to even make that judgement ever and...he wanted nothing more than to hurt people, like, like he had been hurt...and...and..."
She heaves a breath, and chokes back a tear. "And you're just a kid and I'm just a kid and we both could have died if he'd been a little bit smarter, if we'd been a little less lucky, and I don't know how to deal with that, that people might try to kill me for inscrutable reasons or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and, and there's nothing even stopping them now that I don't have someone - invested in my usefulness like Watto, especially if the Jedi don't take me, and...I don't want to hurt people! You have to all be fighters! And I think I have to learn and I have to do it well but..." She doesn't even know what to say. "...at least he didn't die slowly...at least it was quick. Small mercies...I'll take them."
"...I don't...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...you didn't need to hear that. I could've talked to the medic. Has confidentiality, apparently. But uh. I'm not all back together, yet. Um. There something you wanted?"