I nod, glancing down a side hall as we walk by it and then back to our front. "It's a strange feeling, the first time you take a life. For some, it's an adrenaline rush that pushes them to seek more opponents, to keep fighting and fighting and fighting. For others, it an aphrodisiac, acting as the catalyst for the birth of psychotic kyra'muds. Their only concern is the kill, they don't care if the person who's dying can fight back or sleeps, they just want the bloodshed." I shake my head.
"Regardless, we Mando'ade are taught at a young age that no kill is worth it without a fair fight for the opponent. Of course," I sigh, "aruetii like the late Bendak Starkiller forgot all of that, got caught up in the money offered in death matches. Stories say Revan fixed that though. Of course, there's the raiders he..." I pause and go over everything I had just said before sighing. "Suppose I'm getting off track. My point is, it seems your first kills brought you the focus of a warrior over the mindless slaughter lust of a kyra'mud. Keep that focus, because after this all blows over, you may need it."
Several more minutes pass after that, silence reigning once more as we walk. The landing pad was in sight now, the small shuttle sitting on it with the ramp down. However, now that I was taking the time to really look at it, something seemed off. I mentally chided myself, simply putting the blame on my overactive battle senses as we approached the walkway to it. "Lady Temari said to get you on any shuttle we found and get you back to the command center. I understand your reluctance to leave the battle and lust for vengeance for young Jude Sucal's death, but if that command center falls, the combined armies of both the Mando'ade and the Revolution will fail. You may be the difference between a loss that we'll never recover from and the victory that allows you grind your boot heel into Jorg Sucal's throat."