After all this, after everything that happened... and you don't even remember.

Vernestra Rwoh should have expected it. Knowing her old padawan and knowing Osha, she should have known they'd try to do something. It was too late, though. She'd have to deal with this, just like everything else.

"Does the name Osha... mean anything to you?" She asked, almost tentatively. You looked like a lost tooka cat, sitting there in front of her, despite knowing you had burned down your childhood home and killed two Jedi masters. But she was unsure if you knew that.

How did this even happen? How could the Jedi have failed this badly?