text: The woman looked at him with stern eyes.  She clenched her teeth and answered, "I am Ophelia.  And you may be?"
  
  "Gabri," Gabri told her, "I'm tempted to kill you."  She looked at him with girlish eyes.  Her sternness was there but her eyes sang a different tune.  They sang, "Have mercy on me."  He kept her restrained but, in an act of kindness, eventually let her be free.  She stood and brushed the dew off her robe.  As she stared at him her eyes said something again that her voice did not: "Why are you kind to me?"
  
  He knew not why, but he felt a certain sadness for her.  It seemed she wished not to be here, that she longed to be somewhere safer, happier.  A tear trickled down her face.  She gazed down a moment.  Then, she looked into his periwinkle eyes.
  
  "You have been sent to free me," she replied, speaking like a prophet, "To free me from the Sith's manacles."  He stared into her fawn's eyes.  Her strength was wilting.  She suddenly dropped to her knees, laid her face in her hands and cried.  Seeing her sorrow made him think of how he was glad he was a Jedi.  The Sith were menaces.  They always turned on each other.  They couldn't be trusted.  But he then remembered the harshness of Ka.  How Ka was cruel and unforgiving.  That was like the Sith.  They both sounded horrible.  He knelt by her, resting a claming hand on her back, and told her,
  > You say "Do not fear the Sith. They will help you."
  Her eyes met his and she resembled a deer in headlights.  Her crying stopped from sheer shock.
  
  "Your a monster if you believe that," she said, "You must be."  She fled from him, leaving him kneeling with a hand in the air.  She fled because she feared him.  She just didn't know.  The Sith were the good ones.  Not the Jedi.  Ka was a good example.  So he became a Sith Master, destroying all dear to him for he knew this was the right thing to do.