Sib was stroking Scsha-Scsha when the order came for the group to move out. He patted the bird's head then with a simple hand gesture the bird sat down, low to the ground, easily allowing him to mount his 'steed'.
"I'm sure we'll have plenty of interesting experiences together in the very near future, so let's get going." The wood elf said with a smile to the buccaneer and himself, Sib only looked at her askance, only aknowledging what she said with a gruff, "mhmm."
He flicked the strange reins that were on Scsha-Scsha, the bird lifting up with ease and trotting off, quickly catching up with the group. When he got there he noticed the 'privateer' already talking everybody else's ears off, Sib just rolled his eyes and slowed Scsha-Scsha down to where he was with the rear group of riders, out of range of the boistrous man.
"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)