"These...Sith," she pondered, sensing the nuances of his words as she half studied his profile without really appearing to look at him at all, "they would be evil? Chaos? You say the word like it is an ancient trouble."
Arha folded her delicate hands contemplatively.
"Such things will always exist, cloaked and waiting, but yet the same. The paths of such things, they are laid out to challenge order and what one considers 'good'. Darkness," she mused, her words humming out, "may consume light, but there is always more light, is there not? I have always been amused that the dark is supposed to be wrong, evil, malignant. In the desert wastelands, darkness is your ally from the piercing heat of day. Someone, somewhere, set a fear in the darkness that reaches all Men in all places. The darkness has its uses. Your Sith, they have theirs, though it may be a hard thing to admit."
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Arha folded her delicate hands contemplatively.
"Such things will always exist, cloaked and waiting, but yet the same. The paths of such things, they are laid out to challenge order and what one considers 'good'. Darkness," she mused, her words humming out, "may consume light, but there is always more light, is there not? I have always been amused that the dark is supposed to be wrong, evil, malignant. In the desert wastelands, darkness is your ally from the piercing heat of day. Someone, somewhere, set a fear in the darkness that reaches all Men in all places. The darkness has its uses. Your Sith, they have theirs, though it may be a hard thing to admit."