these rooms witnessed great disasters [Locked to Eloi, possibly Revan]
Daniel is in the training room, practicing Athosian katas with a pair of wooden sticks. His glasses, boots, and shirt are in a heap by the wall, his zat'n'ktel hidden underneath just in case of trouble. He moves fluidly across the room, attacking shadows and imagined enemies, never ceasing in his motion. He's clearly been at it for some time, but his breathing is even and measured. It's almost like meditating. This is as close to inner peace as it gets.