Trilla was no stranger to hatred. She despised her former Master, held nothing but contempt for the other Inquisitors and resentment for the Jedi. Hatred felt familiar—even comforting. She had never experienced a more powerful feeling before becoming an Inquisitor, embracing the darkness that had been waiting to be released.

You were the victim of her hatred. Why? A simple person could not have been the target of such enmity from an Inquisitor, surely. And yet, you accomplished it so easily. You were unfit to be an Inquisitor in her eyes.

You were kind. Kindness only lasted so long here, and it did not guarantee survival either. You were completely different from Trilla. Kindness is what triggered her hatred for you. Kindness is what led her to turn into an Inquisitor in the first place.

Trilla truly hated you. Or potentially she hated you because you were the person she should have been before—

She pushed the thought away with an involuntary shudder. Then also pushing your hand away when you offered a hand to assist her up. She had lost her focus while training with you and tripped, landing on the stiff training mats. And now you were pitying her?

It left a foul taste in Trilla's mouth.

"I do not require your assistance."