Ibrays was right. He was just a voice in his head now, lingering someone in the recesses of his mind, but he was right. Jhosua wasn’t obligated to return Lamyia’s lightsaber. In fact, it would probably be safer if she didn’t have access to a weapon at all. She was a Sith, and that was something that couldn’t change with a few words and an apology. Letting her have her weapon while onboard a frigate with a few Jedi was practically insane, and it wasn’t hard to believe that there would be some mysterious casualties before they reached their destination. “Why tell me this?” Jhosua asked. “Why?”