Scud was scanning the room when two people in particular caught his eye, a woman, and a man, they were odd, different. They each had strange accents, the man seemed too cheery, the woman too...everything, and what interested him the most were their hearts, or, to say more specifically, HIS, hearts.
Yes, Scud could tell, he could hear them, both of them, 'thump', 'thud', 'thump', they went, a strange thing to hear two hearts going, something you only felt in certain alien sprecies, not something you heard in humans.
He began observing them, listening to their conversations, they spoke of war, yet there was none, they spoke of others, but they acted as if they were dead, yet Scud questioned who these others were.
Scud leaned back, his interest was now focused on them, i was something to do, atleast, while he waited.
"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)