Ciyagi looked up with a gaze similar to a derranged animal's. He breathed inward sharply, the sound of it like a hiss.
He stalked around the hold until he caught sight of Grace.
"Ciyagi, are you alright?" Grace called out to him.
His eyes dilated large, then small, inward, outward, as he he approached silently. He hissed in her ear as he got up near her, speaking incoherently, "Ciyagi is...fine, he is good, what is it you want?"
He asked her, though his eyes studied her, they moved rapidly in all directions as they did study her in jerky movements. His tail flicked back and forth as he stalked around her, like he was sizing her up. His fists clenched, then opened, clenched, opened, and they kept doing this as he went around.
"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)