Luke stared at her with open curiously; to his eyes, she seemed young, and yet the impression he got through the Force was that she was old, older than the oldest records in the Archives. The Force whispered to him that she (They?) knew things beyond the years that Arha had physically, but that they were not so different, she and he, in some aspects at least. Both of them knew things they should not; both of them could do things that most others could not. But there the similarities stopped.

"You're right, partially," he said, calming himself so that his Force-presence didn't roil too much and give his feelings away. He had so far encountered many things that were like to the abilities of the Jedi (and the Sith, for that matter) but were, on the whole, quite different. "Things aren't always what they seem."

Hadn't he made that folly before, though? Jacen's face swam up to his consciousness, and Luke looked away from Arha's fascinatingly blue eyes for a moment. He'd been mistaken, thinking that Jacen had simply been confounded by an outside source and once that source was removed, he'd return to normal. Jacen had, by the time they figured out what was really going on, sunk too deeply in the darkness to ever be saved.

"But sometimes a Sith is still a Sith."