"Whether Jedi or Sith it doesn't matter; Force users are supposed to live without attachments." He sat down on the Throne, looking not unlike a master himself. Dominic closed his eyes and rested his head back against the top of the heavy chair with a light sigh. "Zen, get them out of here."
And this was why women didn't belong on the battlefield. Zen, at least, understood where he was coming from and didn't suppose that his mind could be changed. Hopefully, he would be able to get them both out of there before they fell subject to the poison.
((Just let him go, guys - it's not like I haven't already set him up for the next one xD ))