The spectre perked up, and turned, "I am born of this galaxy's evil, of it's hate, malice, destruction, but for every amount of evil that created me, I have the opposite within me as well. The emotions you hear in my voice is the opposite, the exact equal of good within me. I tell you a riddle of who I am; I bring death where I walk, but when I step away, my touch is lifted, and life more abundant," he said, quietly.
He knelt down and faced this, Owl, she was bruised, her face was hurt, and he could see pain ebb off of her, the strange light in his eyes returned. "I had a child once," he said softly to her. "Twins actually," he corrected. "Do you believe that?" he asked.
"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)