The spectre stopped when she fell, he paused, his eyes flickered with a strange light. He moved to her side quicker than anyone would expect someone of his size to move. He bent down and grabbed hold of her shoulder, lifting her up with one arm and setting her down.
He let go of her, with a jerk, as if his hand had been burned. "You!" he said shocked it seemed. "You are a student...of my ways, taught to you by..." at this his voice trailed off. He turned his back to her and started mumbling to himself.
"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)