Or perhaps reaching for the same power he wields would be a better answer.
A wave of darkness tinged him as he felt the power of the Sith, so tantalizingly close. It was such a hard decision. It was there, calling to him. It seemed such a right decision to make, for better reasons than his grandfather's. It was tempting. So tempting.
Aloud, he said, "Why would he know father's name if he is still possesses his natural body?"
Not yet. Not yet. Not with his sister here, looking at him. He would wait and see, and decide if it was truly the best decision later.