A politician for a mother. That must've been an interesting home life. He could envision Aria trying to bludgeon her way through her mothers discipline with rebellion only to be sentenced to her room with sharp rhetoric. It was amusing, which was a welcome distraction from the incessant inferno. And to see, no, to feel how much Aria cared for her mother was touching(it was hard to hide emotion from a Jedi, especially one who was emotional himself). When she directed the conversation back to him, he answered:
"Oh man, I've thought about this a lot. I got it narrowed down to two choices: a professor at a university on Coruscant or something related to the SIS. Always was a sucker for spy books." He chuckled. 
"Honestly, there are times where being a fisherman on Alderaan sounds wonderful. Just anything to get away from all this." He shifted his back on the trunk to make sure his lower back didn't fall asleep. Cause that's what he would need right now. 
"And I'm sorry about your mother. Be happy you got to know her, though. The Jedi aren't very accommodating when it comes to informing us about our parents. It was a miracle that Lysa and I weren't separated, to be honest. Normally they don't let siblings train together." He cleared his throat, fully aware the subject of Lysa might still prove to be a bit...awkward. Sometime soon they would clear the air about Lysa permanently, but now wouldn't be the time. 

Speaking of time...

"We should probably keep moving."

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And that they did, but not for as long as Yerbol expected. The duo had trekked another few hundred yards when they encountered an extremely tall rock face that jutted into the air in an endless ascension. There was an entrance in the wall, a square portal that led into a dark recess reminiscent of the tombs of Korriban. Enshrined above the doorway was the carving of a light saber blade pointed to the earth. On the blade was an inscription that Yerbol had read aloud: 

"The final path. Ascend, conquer, overcome and you will be a member of the reverered Order." 

There was a chill coming from the entrance, wafting invitingly towards the duo. Of course, there were some negative connotations with the cold, but at least they could fight spindly corpse looking monstrosities. Couldn't fight a volcano. 

The Knight looked to Aria with a nod.
"Let's go become true Sith."