Tserne had situated himself in the starboard observation deck of the Blind Guide after the Jedi and their warrior friends had fled Ambria. It was apparently meant to be the primary lounge, but its viewport—extending from one end of the outer wall to the other—had its shutters permanently sealed and most of the crew was too busy to just loiter about. Their busyness gave Tserne a certain degree of solitude to sort through his thoughts. After having been haunted by nightmares and dark power in his comatose state, he was glad to be awake, but wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. “And?” “Why?”