"What are you doing?" Jerek asked as he entered her room.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Myra responded without opening her eyes, or shifting from her sitting position.
"Why would you need to meditate here of all places?" He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. "This is one of the most peaceful places in this sector of the galaxy!"
She opened her eyes, and just stared at him. "You mean aside from the war, right?"
He sighed and sat down, still leaning against the wall. "I just wish there was some more action around here!"
She continued to just stare him. "We're in the middle of a war, and you want more action?"
"Well… Yeah," he shrugged. "I mean, the Jedi never let us do anything! I know I'm ready for this war, I know it!"
"Are you that anxious for your own death? Besides, Master Shan doesn't think you're ready." She paused before saying, "And neither does father."
He rolled his eyes. "Father doesn't know anything about my training."
"He's head of the Council, Jerek. He doesn't have time for us."
"So you're taking his side?"
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes again. "No," she replied calmly. "I'm not going to choose between him and mother."
He just rolled his eyes. "Whatever. All I know is, I want to be out there, doing something, making a difference. And I'm not to do that here, with the Council, while father, the greatest Jedi on the Council, spends all his time and energy training Jeremiah."
She sighed, "Jeremiah was meant to be a Jedi. It's his destiny to lead the Council one day."
"What do you know about destinies?" he snapped. "It's only because he's the first born."
"I may not be a Jedi, but I can use the Force."
"And what, you can see the future or something?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.
"Get out of my room," she said simply. "I want to be alone."