Whatever the Empire was; who the faces were behind it, what they were, or what they did it didn't really matter. Not here, not really. The only conclusion Chise could come to was she didn't like it. For really no other reason than it was making keeping the few friendships she was forging difficult.

Selfish, maybe. Only it was clearly hurting those involved on both sides.

Chise slumped back into her chair and practically hid behind her mug. Savoring the last bit of spiced tea and pretending the steam was what was making her eyes feel damp. She wasn't a bright girl, not by any stretch. Not choosing her words carefully had made her defensive and prickly.

"Pity isn't the right word," She said. "More like...I don't like seeing a friend hurt."

How are you and Hera so happy? She had asked Kanan that, not to long ago. Apparently people can just share the experiences and feelings with one another. Go figure.