"Not really." Kiara waved the matter aside. "When your parents fight all your life, you learn to get used to it. At least my neighbour was nice. What about you, what were your parents like?"
Kian paused for a moment before continuing. He had never really described his parents to anyone before.
"My father died when I was young. I don't remember him well, but he was a rather broken man. He drank, a lot, but he wasn't violent, at least not with my mother, sister, or me. My mother was the complete opposite. She was strong and defiant. She faced the hardships of our circumstances with her head held high, and she kept us alive. She died a few years ago." Kian said and smiled sadly to himself. She was a remarkable woman.
"I'm sorry?" Kian asked, he had missed the question as he had been distracted by an unusual looking alien that walked by. "What was that?" He asked again.
Kian smiled. "I'm not entirely sure. I have a affinity for combat, though I am of the philosophy that Jedi should never strike out in attack, but rather defend. Getting involved in a war, however, will make that difficult. Ultimately, I just wish to become a knight and work for the betterment of the order." Kian said and paused for a moment. He wasn't sure where his ultimate goals went.
"What do you hope to accomplish with the Jedi?" Kian asked, waiving a droid over and ordering hot tea.
Kiara thought of all the events that had lead up to this point. "I want to be noticed then forgotten. I want to do something big that changes the order, but life will move on." She brought her eyes back to focus on the other jedi. "Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes I think I do." Kian said, and thought about it for a moment. He could understand the allure of doing good and then being forgotten. To hold the position of a hero, to be known and remembered would bring with it a large amount of pressure. It would come with a need to maintain you're image. While doing good and not being known for it, allowed one to simply be themselves.