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Darth Lyan watched and listen impassively, not commenting or showing any sign of her thoughts one way or another. There was something about this girl that didn't exactly seem right to her ears, some facet of her story that sounded false to her ears. That a Jedi would kill was not exactly hard to believe, but to then kidnap and force the child to follow their beliefs, that sounded far more Sith than Jedi. The Jedi were weaklings who asked for the power that was given to them, the Sith were the strong ones who had survived, that was why the Empire had endured for so very long even as it tore itself apart, the weak died and the strong survived. Small wonder the Republic could never shatter their power, their notions of bringing the weak with the strong only made them weaker for it.

"Us, we're not so different. we're all looking for something..." Lyan fixed eyes with the girl as she twirled her long saber staff around, she had to admit that she had not seen an orange saber in a great many years, such things grew rarely and it was often by the whims of chance that one would find them at all. The girl had a point, even if it was misguided, yes they were all searching for something, else why would they even be here, but to say they were not so different, no this girl was very different. Aryell was naive and far too trusting, her presence in the Force was marred by the Light as much as by the Dark and there were too many branching paths her life could yet take her, no she was not like the Sith by any measure.

As if to illustrate her mental point, Aryell dropped her saber as she clutched at her side, clearly experiencing some pain of some kind. It didn't take a genius to guess this was the result of the injury sustained facing off against the mysterious Jedi that Aryell had encountered, if they even truly existed. The Twi'lek had no sympathy for the girl as she tried to save face, that was not the Sith way, pain was met with strength and was rewarded with power. The pathetic weakness of the Jedi made them view pain as the opposite of progress rather than its key, how else would the galaxy turn if not on the spokes of war and fire? The Sith Lord stepped closer to the girl, looking down on her.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
That is our code little Aryell, embrace the pain you feel, be proud of its existence. The absence of pain is peace, without it we do not grow but with pain we can flourish, we learn our limits and our strengths. I have killed and destroyed many on the battlefield and I know the true limits of my strength, my power. There is no room for weakness there, no room for pointless sensibilities. To suffer is to be Sith, to grow stronger is all that matters. Remember that the next time you face your... Jedi." Lyan smirked as she uttered the final word, making it clear she did not believe that this Jedi even existed

"We shall be arriving shortly, little Aryell, I suggest you prepare yourself for whatever it is we are about to find, maybe try to make friends with some of the crew if you will. Not that it matters much anyway, if Kyrat unlocks this great power I doubt any number of friends will save anyone any more." The Twi'lek spun gracefully on her heel and made her way over to her long time friend, throwing one last remark over her shoulder. "I doubt anything will be able to save anyone if what he can feel is as powerful as he says."