"Innocent?" she asked with a light and breezy laugh in contrast to what she was doing. "Nothing and no one is innocent Anakin. We would have thought you'd learned that. Look to your own family to know that for sure. The Gorog attack who we wish and we wish to attack children. Why should they live when we suffer. Why should any retain family when Numa is gone and when your family take from everyone what they want." Anakin was playing the hero again. The good and great Anakin Solo. If he hadn't died on Myrkr would he be a hero just the same. Would he have slipped and fallen like his siblings. Or had he been just lucky enough to die and make himself a Martyr. She was sure that was what had happened.
"Do you remember it Anakin? Myrkr. Do you remember the scarheads and the voxyn. We remember it, and oh how we mourned you. But that changed us all. You don't see it. You don't remember but nothing was ever the same again. You walked us into damnation Anakin Solo, and we all paid the price for your pride. Do you think if Jacen had led us we'd all have lived. Or Jaina. It must be hard living up to them, or to Luke. Quite the legacy you have on your shoulders and what did you do with it. Lead us to death. Oh maybe it didn't happen right away, maybe it was a slow burn. But ask your brother and sister if you surrvive me today. Ask them just how many of the strike team yet live. Or how many of them are broken. Ask about Raynar?" She would wrongfoot him and then she would cut him down. That's how it would go. That was what the balance wanted.
She laughed, twirrling the silver blade, the illusion of her dancing in the light. "Do you wish to fight us as a Jedi" she asked laughing. "Or do you wish to fight us with all that we have learned. It may prepare you for Jacen" she said and with another laugh let loose a bolt of Force Lightning directing it so as to have come from the illusion of her. Poor Anakin. He would never understand the Force, not really, he was as ever weak. Just like his Uncle. He would never understand the true way of things. Or the Balance.
"You might have to kill us" she told him, still laughing as the little boy he had saved ran, not looking back, not once. "If you do not then more will die. If you fail today their blood will be on your hands."