A grey, lanky figure, entered the heart of Malachor, approaching the sitting figure of Darth Traya.
"My mistress...Traya," he called out to her in his reedy, and hollow voice. "I have come on request....how may I serve?"
The tall Yevathan, N'la, knelt down, hands on his legs as he waited for his master to acknowledge his existance, and answer his question.
"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)