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Sadr merely stood back and observed as the Archivist helped bring Deiyi back to the bed so she could rest. All the while, he thought about what she had just asked of him. She wanted him and Vir to bring balance to the Force. More than want...she felt an inner compulsion that he and Vir were to bring balance to the Force. A Force that supposedly she unbalanced. What did she mean by that, he wondered. He wished he could prod her further on the matter, exactly what had to be done and what were the stakes in all this, but he also knew she needed rest. He would have to ask her about it later.

But that gave him time to think about his options and what his own next move would be. And Sadr knew what he needed right now was time. He had to find Vir and tell her the jist of the situation. Perhaps she knew the answer, he rationalized. After all, she was the Force Hound of the Jedi that trained Deiyi. Maybe she knew more about what was going on than he did. He'd been on the run for so long, he had no idea what the current state of the Force was like.

Though he could presume it was bad considering the severity of Deiyi's injuries.

He felt the cold, intense gaze of the Archivist as he turned to look at him and returned it with his own, an eyebrow arched as his golden eyes seemed to say: What are you trying to prove? It was clear that the Archivist did not like him right off the bat, though the origin for this animosity was unknown. Did he know who he was? Who his former Master was? Or was this man just overprotective of Deiyi and worried that he might threaten the relationship they shared?

Regardless, he wasn't putting up with it.

"Don't give me that look," he said bluntly as he left the room to go find Vir.