“Why would you do that? What made you think that was an okay thing to do?” (to qimir?)
qimir sets down his cup, tapping it once before turning his attention to osha. from the beginning, he could sense that osha was powerful, much more than she realized. he could also sense that she didn't understand the full potential of power, the full potential of what she could reach. he had never been interested in being the most powerful, but he'd be lying if he said power itself didn't interest him. after all, after having been stripped of it for so long, it only made sense. it's this thought that goes through his mind as he approaches. always at a distance, never too close into her personal space. despite bringing her here, he isn't holding her hostage.
"they were trying to kill me, osha," he says softly, making sure to maintain eye contact with her. in a way, he's almost sorry for killing osha's friends. however, he also knows that an apology wouldn't make up for it, so he doesn't bother. he would rather she understand. he doesn't want her to end up in a situation where she's unwilling to kill those who are attacking her. especially if they are jedi. "i did what i had to. it's not about morality. it's about survival."
he steps a bit closer then pauses, reaching for his sleeve. he moves as slow as possible, not to scare her. lifting his sleeve, he shows a large scar there, one of many. it's a fresh one, given to him by scraping it on a rock when fighting the jedi. at the time, it had felt like nothing. now, though, it stings a bit. "the jedi do not ask questions. they kill without mercy. someday, you will see that."
it's not a threat. it's not even a promise. it's just a fact. most who are jedi either live to hate the jedi, or die as one. somehow, qimir doesn't quite believe that osha is going to be the latter. he lowers his sleeve. "i have much to teach you, if you want to be taught. for right now, please have something to eat. i worked hard on this stew, you know." he tries for a little hint of a smile.