"Ya sure you don't need a ride?" Miss Stone asked him, he only smiled and shook his head. He headed out of the restaurant with Miss Stone, using a payphone, he called the cab service, then hung up. His posture was a bit stooped, his face sullen and straight, almost sad, but he wasn't really sad; hands in pockets, and eyes full of thoughtfulness as he waited with Miss Stone for the cab, before he would go walking around the city.
"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)