Arion ducked inside an adjacent room as the Force Push hurtled towards him.
Aurora didn't move, despite the claw at her throat. "You would be mistaken if you think I didn't notice that you were a Sith. That much, at least, was obvious from almost the moment you came in here. I had hoped you were capable of a civil chat, rather than simply threats and challenges. A pity. I've known some Sith who could be so polite." She sighed. "I don't know what I could possibly have done to you that you would want to fight me, but if you insist, then let's go outside. I won't have anyone slicing up my ship."
Arion stuck his head out the door. "Hey, no picking on my sis!"
Aurora waved him off. "Please, Arion. I don't need the big brother act right now. Go prep the Pheonix for launch. Hopefully, this won't take too long."
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins---
but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.