Arion frowned, thoughtfully. "I'm sure the Order would accept you. As for rank? You were what, a Sith Marauder, I think you said? That's roughly equivalent to Jedi Weapon Master, I think. Of course," he added, "I'm by no means an authority, but if you prove your good intentions, I'm sure that they'll welcome you. They may ask you some questions, or put you through the Trials, but I'm sure that you'd do fine. When we get back from this mission, you can talk to them about it."
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.