N'la was on the outskirts of a town, when he froze midstep. He felt the presence that had been drawing him in a frantic state, he could assume. He also noticed the siluette of a ship soaring off over the town and into space, the presence shrinking as it shrunk from sight.
N'la lifted a small device, pressing a button on it, he watched with patient eyes as the vessel finally disapeared.
But N'la's concetration soon ended, as he felt a blip in the force that was also different, the blip of something, mindless.
"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)