He drank, considering the odd taste as it flowed into him. Though the Miraluka might not see it in the Force, the liquid was just barely visible through the translucent layers of his throat. A quiet sigh was his only acknowledgement of the burn it left behind.

"We knew only ourselves, our Rakata invaders, and their slaves. We assumed there were more, but we had yet to reach them." Only the most myopic thought they were alone. How could they be, when the Force was so universal? "Their slaves were blind to it, but most considered it an affliction worked upon them by the Rakata." There had been doubts, of course, but it was useful to intimate to the people that the Rakata were monsters that would blind them and rip their spirits from their families. "Perhaps it was true. They conquered many peoples before they found us."

As to the drink... "It is acceptable." Cipher Nine was likely attempting to render him drunk. Whether he acquiesced or not was yet to be decided.