Bane blocked the doorway, his eyes glowing in anger as the loked at the pair. “You both need to say sorry. You’re both acting like small minded life forms. You both need to grow up and get over the facts. Pira. You aren’t a padawan because you’re not of age. It’s not safe to send one not of age out into this war. Chase, you don’t have to know everything. But both of you have to understand that neither of you have all the answers and you have no idea what’s at stake here. No idea. You’ve never been in a battle or war zone. So knock this crap off right now or so help me I’ll get you both send back to the temple for good. And Kissimi? Leave her alone. She has enough crap right now. She’s not your nanny. She’s a Jedi who lost her teacher and has been on her own. She doesn’t need to deal with your sibling fights or mess. Doesn’t matter how much you know. Knowledge isn’t everything. Sense in the field and thinking of your next steps is more important.”
He moved into the room and shut the door; both kids still in front of him. “Knowing where a master Jedi was from won’t stop a sith from putting a saber in your chest. Or stop a blaster bolt from killing your best friend. If I hear you two fighting like this again…you will not like the out come. Am I understood?”
Bane was sick of the fighting where it didn’t help anything. Megara was hurt, Kissimi was just trying to figure out her life. And a war was going on. This fighting didn’t help anyone.
“Pira. Chase. I mean it. Get over yourselves or so help me…I’ll tell the masters of this and let them decide if you’re even mature enough to be Jedi” he hit the door open and walked out, fuming. He wanted out of here. He just wanted megara to heal so they could get the holocron to the council and they could move on from this nightmare. He was done dealing with wolves who hated him and kids who had no business being outside of a temple. He ended up sitting outside the medical wing sitting in the hallway, knowing his anger would keep megara from sleeping in peace.