Of course you would sense no duplicity. They are masters of the psychic arts. They would enslave you to their will sooner than call humans equals. But the light side... What I felt - what you felt - is that what you call it?

[Her confused words say no. Her fingers twitch as if she's unsure of what they want to do, but she desperately wants to know more about that peaceful sense of being, the warm immanence. She can feel no such thing here, and she feels blind as a blunt, stumbling her way through fields of invisible senses she has no idea of.]