You sense that Master Korth shares your sentiments there.
"I'm not sure," Master Korth says. "Patience, Padawan. We will know more soon, once the Senate and the Czrzki finish with their pleasantries." He waves a hand at those in attendance- the blue-hued Czrzki intermingling with politicians from dozens of worlds, talking animatedly with one another, as if they were all old friends reuniting after time apart. "The real negotiations begin tomorrow, and the string that this world shares with the Republic will be pulled taut. We can only hope that it doesn't fray and snap."
You do not feel confident about that. You catch fleeting sensations from the Senators of the Committee and their aides and attendants, lacking better control of your powers just yet. Overall, they feel... pessimistic, perhaps. You can't be sure, touching the minds of so many so briefly.
You also find it unnerving when the Czrzki look your way when you brush over them with the Force. They feel you but dismiss it; they routinely Scan each other as part of their everyday social interactions.