Vestara and Ben:
It is the way of the Sith: simple as that.
Yes, Ben kissed me, and yes; I loved him… as only a teenager could love I guess. Or perhaps I was in love with the idea of love, rather than with Ben himself.
Either way, I was raised Sith… and true Sith use whatever they must to gain the advantage or survive; whichever comes first.
That Skywalker brat has lived in Daddy's bright light for so long that he's far too sheltered. He doesn't understand, and he never will. That's why, despite how warm and welcome his kisses made me feel, we can never be more than friends.
And we aren't even that any longer.
Well, I've lived with worse. I did just fine before Ben Skywalker, and I will do splendidly without him. I don't see what he's all up in arms about anyway: he knew what I was when he started this whole affair. His father warned him about attachments to me more than once.
Yet he still chose to follow his heart rather than his brain. And now he's pouting over a broken heart while I am making a life for myself outside the oppressive demands of the Jedi.
I hate to break it to you Ben, but I was a Sith when you kissed me, and I wasn't going to be able to change that on a dime. Not when it's all I have ever known.
So get over it, and get over me: because I've already gotten over you.