The younger Jedi listened in silence, his facial expression hard to read. Sadness and grief were easy enough to identify, and there were traces of anger and fear as well, although they were now under partial control. No, it wasn't those emotions that were difficult to interpert. It was the way that he seemed both young and old at the same time. As though the frightened child he had once been was showing through, and at the same time there was a sort of weariness about him, like someone who has aged before their time.

As his Master spoke, Kahn realized that he did want to honor Hanna's memory, that he wouldn't want her to act the way he was if it had been his life that had been taken. So, he silently resolved to make an effort. Slowly, he rose to his feet, feeling as though he weighed so much more than he had before he recieved the tragic news.

"I'll try, Amalia. I'm not promising anything, but I'll try. For Hanna, and for you. And maybe....if I heal....for myself."

To himself, however, Kahn also made another promise. He would not love anyone as he had loved Hanna; he would not allow his heart to be shared with any other lover as long as he lived. As much as the Jedi had wanted children, he now realized that he would not accept them now if they came from someone other than Hanna. No, it seemed clear, to Kahn at least, that he was destined to live alone.

Amalia's voice seemed to remain set in a soft tone.

"I'm not asking for right now, nor for anytime soon. I know that won't happen. I just don't want to see you walking around in fear, thinking there's nothing more for you. There is plenty more, and you will find it, maybe not soon, but you will find it, I promise. Don't give up...I haven't. You will make it through this. I'll give you some time to be alone with your thoughts, you'll know where I will be if you need me."

The Jedi Master smiled as she squeezed his arm gently before leaving him alone to gather his thoughts.

Her presence however, would continue to watch over Kahn wherever he went.