Fire. A raging blaze.
Depa Barris stood before the flames, yet her gaze seemed to pass through the burning house and look into the distance.
Pelek, Baw City...
"So... you finally took this step?" she murmured. "Peering into and manipulating a Jedi Knight's dream..."
Carl Vasto approached, carrying his two distinctive powered shields. The edges of the immensely heavy shields were lined with serrated teeth caked in flesh and blood. "Pelek. Baw. You watch."
Depa Barris said nothing, her gaze profound.
"Your apprentice. You watch." Carl Vasto's expression darkened. "They. Demons. I see."
"Apprentices... not for much longer." Depa Barris shook her head.
"They, same as you?" Carl Vasto asked.
Depa Barris shook her head again. "To them, whether the Force is light or dark has no meaning. Precisely because of that, they will never set foot in darkness as I have. Do you know? On the surface, the older sister may seem calm as water and the younger passionate as fire, but deep inside, both of them are like ancient ice—cold and hard."
She looked at Carl Vasto and continued, "If they kill someone, they feel neither guilt nor pleasure. In their eyes, they merely killed someone for a certain purpose. They... are forever dreaming."
Carl Vasto took a step back. That instinctive movement revealed the trace of fear in his heart.
"Luna Dream is calm as water because nothing can melt the ancient ice in her heart. Luna Phantom is passionate as fire for the same reason—no matter what she does, she can never truly feel joy, so she constantly seeks amusement." Depa Barris reached that conclusion.
"They. Demons." Carl Vasto emphasized again.
Yet Depa Barris wore an inexplicable smile. "No, they are not demons... On the contrary, they are perfect Jedi Knights... perfect Light Side Force users."