Hook, line, and sinker! Any joke with reguards to age never ceased to bring a snappy response from either Kenshin, or her father for that matter, which made Amarie giggle even harder. It was never intended to be reguarded as an insult, nor was it taken in such a light.

The only thing that she wasn't too sure of was wether or not Kenshin had wanted a hug, the joke cleverly disguising the fact that she was wanting to pounce on him and hug the living daylights out of him herself! How fortunate for her that he hadn't become so gravely serious about life that he'd refuse to ask for a hug. In that sense, Amarie did suppose that he was right...he wasn't that old afterall, though, she couldn't help but make fun of the differences in their actual ages. She giggled again, as he mentioned she was too big for the very simple things that had once brought her some degree of joy, one that just happened to be piggy-back rides. At least he was willing to joke about time passing, the joke giving way to an awkward moment before releasing her from the hug.

She then was, of course, asked about how her life being a royal was, the question reminding her that her father had yet to step outside of the temple to say hello to an old family friend, bringing back the worry she had of him in their own brief conversation, making her smile fade as she hesistantly turned her gaze towards the temple entrance.

"Uhmm....I think we should be getting indoors..."Amarie murmured, not really answering the question that Kenshin had asked her at all.

He didn't understand what was really going on. The feelings he had should have been gone a long time ago. They should have quashed themselves while he was being held on Kessel. A lot of his other emotions had been lost to him because of the torture that he had endured at the hands of the Black Dragon Empire.

Kenshin was outside with Amarie now, he could feel the two of them as they moved into the building. To be honest, he wanted Amarie to come in so that he could just hold onto her. He didn't want to have Kenshin walk on him as that would be rather odd. True, the two of them had an excellent friendship, but they weren't as close as Kamon and his daughter.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet as he stopped the crying. Tears slowly dripped from his eyes as he steadied himself with a hand against the wall. No sound did he make and he didn't shake as he did while he was crying, but the pain of loss was still there. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down somewhat.

Once he was prepared to face the other two that were at the temple, he walked to the door and moved through it. The hall was still empty so he turned and moved off towards the main entrance hall where he had last left Amarie and where he knew that she and Kenshin would be at.

As he walked, he brushed the tears away until even they stopped coming and the only semblance of his crying was the fact that his cheeks were glistening and his eyes were red and puffy. After a few moments of walking he arrived in the entrance hall just a little bit after both Amarie and Kenshin did. Kamon's eyes immediately swivelled to Kenshin acknowledging him with a nod.

"Hello, Kenshin."

She didn't want to talk about it, she rarely did, and in that respect she was so much like her father. Both took the burden of power surprisingly well, in appearance anyway. He could only guess at what the trappings of royalty were doing to them internally. He supposed that was the mark of a good leader. To be able to bear everything but make it look as if it was as light as a feather. But despite the fact that he didn't know what was specifically bothering them, it didn't mean he couldn't tell that there was pressure. If there was one thing his time as a Jedi had tweaked, it was a sense of empathy.

Deciding not to pursue the question, he simply nodded and followed her indoors. She lead him into a large central hall and instinctively, his gaze followed the wall at the far end upwards to the ceiling. He took the sight in with a huff of awe before leveling his gaze in the direction of the sound of footsteps. He was just in time to see his good friend finally appear from the corridor in the corner. Indeed he had been crying but seeing that his aura was calm, he decided that the bout of sorrow had passed. For now anyway.

"Hello, Kamon." He said, returning the nod of acknowledgment.

First and foremost, Amarie wanted to get back to her father, but on the other hand, there was Kenshin. He was a guest, and as such, she had to follow the ettique, which included a bit of patience on her part. Thankfully, Kenshin didn't press the question which Amarie didn't answer, and kindly followed behind her as she walked back inside the temple.

When her father entered the central hall, Amarie frowned, noting how horrible in looked in comparison with earlier. She knew that Kenshin would undoubtedly notice, but, like her, didn't bring the subject up. Probably a wiser course of action, for most people, when asked, would deny that anything was wrong, when the direct opposite was true.

Since her father was the one who invited her here to this location, that would make him the host, but it seemed they were unable to get past even the most basic of greetings.

Amarie sighed.

"It appears I have found a stray, father....can we keep him?" she asked, a smile creeping upon her face.

"Kenshin is always a welcome guest in our home and any place that we own."

A nod of his head as he motions for Kenshin to come forward towards the hallway which Kamon has just exited. After doing so, he pulls his hand along to point to a door a few rooms down the hall, nodding his head for Kenshin to go there and drop his things. Upon doing so, he steps to the side to allow the man past before turning eyes once again to his daughter.

For a good few moments he merely watches her, one of his hands moving towards the bracelet upon his wrist. After a moment or two, he walks towards her and moves to place a hand upon the girls shoulder as he does so. Slowly, he turns her about and ushers her towards the door to the outside once more, his intent plainly clear.

Once outside, he released his hold upon her arm, stepping towards the stairs and lowering himself to a seat upon the top most step. Jerking a hand up, he motions for her to come sit with him for a moment, eyes roving over the mountains as darkness falls upon them.

"I found something within the building that I had long since forgotten, Amarie. Something that has brought memories back to my mind that I wish would go away and that I wish would stay forever."

His arm moves forward and he pulls a bit of his cloak away from his arm to expose the bracelet to Amarie, allowing her to see the thing of which he speaks. A single finger of his other hand comes up to gently brush at the intricately designed surface, smoothing away the particles of dust. His finger instead polishes the metal.

"What do you remember of your mother if anything at all? I've asked you this before, but I must hear your answer again, daughter."

The humor seemed to have died a quick, and rather painful death within the gaping jaws of dispair that she felt from her father upon returning inside the temple with Kenshin, reaching for another one of the pieces of fruit that remained on the table as her father dealt with Kenshin.

Amarie wondered what truely was going on with her father as she bit into the fruit, letting her father guide her back outside the temple, sitting next to him on the front steps. She was about to ask him what it was, when he simply volunteered it on his own, as if he knew she was about to ask in the first place. It was about...Mom? The way he was saying it, made Amarie think that maybe he was meant to remember it, for a particular reason, and she was meant to be a witness to this.

But, what did she remember of her own mother? Amarie's gaze fell to that of her dust-covered boots, letting her mind drift backwards, a sad smile creeping upon her face.

"Just bits and pieces...sounds...scents...even feelings...she seemed sad, but tried to keep a smile on her face...." Amarie murmured, shaking her head.

A nod of his head is the only response that Amarie receives for a few moments, his eyes focused upon the bracelet that he wears upon his arm once again. The other hand twists and turns it about his wrist, moving it about as if it were nothing more than a trinket. In all honesty it wasn't more than a trinket anymore. There was no connection with Kate left, nothing. It was only a lonely reminder.

"This bracelet was given to me when your mother and I were married. It was specially crafted to be the twin to the one that was given to your mother. A bond was shared between us through it. The same goes for my lightsaber."

A lift of his left hand calls the blade to it, laying it faceup in the palm of his hand. This was his white blade, the gift bestowed upon him by his old friend and former master, Gash Jiren. It, too, shared a bond that could keep him in touch with his former wife. But that bond was gone as well.

"They were both given to us by our friends. The ones that valued us and our love and wished us well. They shared bonds, that we would know whether each other was in trouble or no where they were. But now that bond had gone cold. I feel nothing from them. They are merely trinkets to remind me of my past.

"Your brother disappeared not long after your mother did and with him went the true heir to the Tholatin throne. Don't take offense to that, the heir must be a boy. You'll always be a Princess, but he was destined to rule. And I don't think him better than you, either."

The hand with the bracelet upon it reached out towards Amarie, laying itself upon her arm while his eyes remained upon the mountains. It was time for him to get over the past. To finally come to the realization that Kate was never coming back to him and that Amarie was the only family he had left other than his sadistic older brother. It was time for him to change.

"Things are different now, Amarie. Much different than they were back in the old days. Your mother is never coming back and it's time for us to move on past her. We are the last Vondiranach's with the exception of your uncle. We have a duty to this planet and to this galaxy."

His head finally turned itself back to Amarie, regarding her from his position next to her.

"What is our duty to this galaxy?"

It was information that she didn't really want to hear, but needed to hear it anyway, and from the sounds of things, her own father was reluctant to say it in the first place. Out of the both of them, it would seem both had been hurt so much by the actions of one person, like a domino that set off the others, or an avalange of snow started by a single flake.

The question then came to her mind, just as her father asked his: what could one do, after facing so much loss? For Amarie, it would be to move on, to overcome that loss, and keep moving forward with her life.

"To help out where we can?" Amarie replied with a shrug.

"In a manner of speaking that is correct."

There was still much to teach Amarie and there wasn't a lot of time to do it in as far as he could tell. If the Force told him true, things would change in the near future and either he would come out to the galaxy again or someone would locate him. Either way she needed to know the extent of the power that flowed through her. She'd inherited it strongly from both of her parents and Kamon didn't doubt that she rivaled him in strength.

"We are two of the last remaining Rogue Jedi within this galaxy and it is up to us to rebuild the Order. In so doing, it is also up to us to maintain the standards of law and order within the galaxy as best we can. We aren't as restricted as the regular Jedi, so we can kill, but it should be done sparingly."

Glancing away from the mountains once again, he turned his attention back to the younger woman who was sitting beside him. She was much too old to begin her training if this were the old days. With the formal dissolution of the Order, however, he was free to take on anyone he wanted to as his apprentice. Not that he'd ever had doubts about training his children in the ways of the Force.

Now was the start of what could come to be a difficult time in his daughter's life. Sometime soon she would be good enough to do things but he would still be better than her. Jealousy would set in and she'd try and best him at everything. This was where the danger came in because she could overdo something and harm herself in the process of doing so. With that in mind, things had to be slow.

"Don't think that you're outside the bounds of the law just because you have the Force to aid you. Killing shouldn't be done just because you feel like it. And remember, that's not all the freedom we have. Unlike the regular Jedi, we've the freedom of having our emotions to guide us. This can be dangerous as well as good. Can you tell me the reasons for both?"

"We can become lost in our emotions, and lose sight of how we effect those around us through rash actions." Amarie replied after a few moments, turning her gaze away from that of her father.

Amarie wondered how that answer came to her, but had the feeling that before long, she'd know why, and prayed that she wouldn't have to learn that reason through becomming lost to herself like her own words seemed to describe.