Yvo frowned, "you'll have to forgive her, she has a strange affinitive nature for disliking jedi," he said to the jedi healer. "Not that I have a liking for them either," he mumbled as he started walking towards the trees to talk to Owl.
"Heal my servant over there, he's in a bad way," Yvo called back to the jedi.
From the shadows of the trees, it seemed like people, masked, cloaked, and armored in a strange, evil fashion, grew from the darkness. They were behind Owl, one reached out and grabbed her shoulder with an vice-like grip.
Yvo called out to Owl to run, as he drew his blade with great speed, and ran at the figures, hatred in his eyes. Two appeared in front of him, and though Owl had sparred with Yvo quite a few times, she had probably never seen this side of her master, the side willing to kill. He lopped one man's arm off, and got into a blade lock with the other, he pushed him back, and with a swift windmill motion over his head, he decapatated the second.
Yvo began his charge yet again.
"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)