Vax sounded troubled as he let the word hang in the air. He did not look at Caden yet, thinking. He knew little about the ability, having only heard of some records of it. It had been rumored that Mace Windu had been capable of such a technique, but Vax and Windu had never seen eye to eye and as such, the Jedi Master had never seen fit to confide much in Vax.

"I'm afraid I cannot help you with that technique, boy. My talents lay in other areas. Nonetheless, I believe it is a bad idea to go to the Jedi Temple. I understand the pressing need, but Coruscant is the home of all evil. Perhaps if we had good enough cover... still, boy, I cannot shake the feeling we are getting in too deep over our heads. Ah, well. If you must do it, then I suppose you can't go alone, can you? I'll stick with you through this."

"Time will tell where our path will lead us" he said solemnly. "After we assist Shiva in this venture, we may find other options opened before us, or you may be able to convince me that Coruscant is a bad idea" he said with a sly smirk and the air of a sabacc player who was sure his bluff was impenetrable. "Still... if I feel I must do it, I would be glad to have you at my side. It means a lot to me" he said, and to his surprise, he found that he meant it.

Propping his booted feet up on the dash, he cast a glance back at the prone form of El-Tee, and frowned inwardly. The more time passed, the less urgency he felt as far as repairing the droid went. Perhaps it was because he'd become too occupied, or he was still stung by El-Tee's untimely betrayal, propelling him down this winding road before he was fully prepared.
"How long til we reach Shiva?" he asked while opening a message that had just arrived from their ally, aware that his impatience was obvious in his tone. "I wanna get my hands dirty".

Caden Sturn
Former Inquisitor - Fugitive
Imperial Inquisition Ace Pilot

Closing his eyes again slightly, Vax surrendered to the Force, opening himself up to try and see what lay beyond. He was not expert at prophecy or visions, but he could catch a fragment from time to time. Everything seemed oddly muted though and he gave up at last, troubled.