"Inquisitors are created through torture and pain, Lyra. Why do you stay loyal to the ones who hurt you so badly?" I walk towards her and take her chin in my hand, looking down over her. "I am not your average Inquisitor, princess. I was not born of torture and deception. I was saved from death as a child by Darth Maul and brought to the Empire. My master showed me compassion, dear Leia, not pain. I got what the Jedi temple could have never given me," I step back and motion around us. "A purpose, a family. The loyalty I have for this Empire is something I could never give up so easily for a rebel alliance. The hope you rebels claim to possess, it makes you naive. It makes you so trusting that it's sickening. It will be what destroys you."