She had to see it. Had to understand that he’d changed, and he thought that maybe at the frown she’d realized. But it was true. Luke was weak, and Mara afraid. It didn’t make them less dangerous but he’d figured out very quickly over the years that he was different to them. He was the only one who could really help the Galaxy. And Jaina hated the dark. She’d had her brush with it and come back never wanting to fall that far again. Jacen still didn’t really believe in it all.
“I don’t believe in a Dark Side. Not as such. Oh sure the Sith are real, I’m proof. But the Sith, what they are is a set of principles, techniques, approaches to power. It’s the Force User that chooses to be light or Dark. I did what I did because I felt it had to be done. Did Kyp Durron think any different when he blew up Cardia? Alema? She made her choice to use her power for evil. I chose to learn, to make myself stronger, more powerful. To help the Galaxy change and evolve. Which of us is the evil one”
“For a long time I said Jacen Solo was dead and I was just Caedus. But I don’t think that's true. I think that I was both. I think he was necessary. Someone I needed to become. Here, I don’t need him. Not completely. I call myself Jacen because...its safer. It’s easier. But I’m not ashamed of it” He knew his sister. Jaina didn’t want to think about the things he had done. The people he’d hurt because it had been required for the galaxy to be saved. And she was about to cry. He could tell, he’d always been able to tell.
“This was a bad idea. You’re not ready to see this. Its why I kept away from you when you got here. You don’t have to grieve for me here. Or think you could have done better. You just have to think for a little while Jaina. You just have to decide if I’m still your brother or not.”