Naat Reath was relieved, that much was for sure. Upon the sight of Charuri Rol she could feel the tension in her body pass upon the realization that it was friend and not foe that was with her in these tunnels— though for how long would that be true? How long would it be until the clone troopers would lay demolition charges and turn the ancient temple of Jedi into mass rubble. It would not be the first time that the order dealt with such tragic setbacks and Naat had to believe it would not be the last either. The Jedi Order would persevere, she was sure of it. 

“I could ask you the same question.” Naat stated blankly as she withdrew her lightsaber.

It was a wise station to tactically retreat to after being overwhelmed by former comrades in arms, right? That’s what she figured when she descended into the tunnels with none but her lightsaber at her side, though she hadn’t figured out much more of a plan beyond this one as she felt herself at a loss for proper removal from the situation. Perhaps she figured the clone trooper’s would eventually catch up to her where she would perish in the last moments of the temple? Maybe. But with the sight of new, friendly, and familiar presences she figured that would not be ideal and that they needed to follow the proper course of action in a seemingly impossible situation like this; which would have been to escape to Coruscant’s undercity after exiting the temple and finding a way off-planet. But would it just be this? Would this be the only survivors she would know for the time?

She took a deep breath.

“After a failed ambush by former comrades, I figured this would be the tactical place to retreat before organizing an escape effort.”

She paused for a moment.

“It is good to see other jedi though, the loss of life has been too great as it stands.”

Wasn’t that the truth? She’d been too lost in despair before now that she had not been thinking correctly and letting her emotions take precedence as they overtook her body and mind. Her masters had taught her better than that, they did… but still she couldn’t help to stop the melancholy when the suffering was too great. How was it that she could rush into a battle unafraid and centered yet a siege like this, betrayal or not, could dissemble her so easily? Perhaps it was something to dwell on through meditation later; but for now it was more important to be composed and let the past be buried even if it was all so recent.