Otak sighed, "[um, well my language isn't even apart of any Imperial world, actually it isn't even a language from this galaxy, so I don't see how your going to translate for me, when you probably can't half understand what I'm saying.]" Otak let out another sigh.
"[Can someone at least let me sit up, I hate not having free movement like this, and my back's cramping.]" He asked rather pitifully.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)