Great

"Going somewhere?"

His shoulders stiffened at the taunting caress of the voice. He turned slowly, keeping his arms well away from his body.

"So this is Ben Skywalker's new strategy? Turning tail and running?"

"Our confrontations are endless, Vestara. You will not be able to goad me into fighting you again."

"Trifling with your pitiful skills can hardly be called fighting for me any more, Ben. I have achieved so much more than you can even dream of. You ought to have become a Sith when I gave you the chance."

"I'll be content with my 'pitiful skills', thank you very much. Greatness has no allure for me."

In a step, Vestara was so close to him that his hand instinctively tightened on his lightsaber.

"Oh but it does, Jedi Skywalker," she sneered.

"You are to step into your father's shoes one day, are you not? And however will you fill them if you're not... great?"

Unconsciously, Ben's lightsaber leaped into his hand. He clutched it tight and fought to regain control of himself.

"Can I go now? Or must I duel my way out?"

Vestara raised a thin eyebrow.

"You're no match for me anymore, Jedi."

"Your over-confidence is your weakness."

"Save the dialogue for when it can actually save your life."

"Then talk, Vestara! Don't fight! It never solves anything!"

"We ran out of things to talk about a long time ago, Ben. Or don't you remember, you pathetic coward? That was the day you left."

Ben ignited his lightsaber not a fraction of a second to soon, grunting with the effort of fending off the Sith's sudden attack. He somersaulted out of her range, and circled warily, but his eyes remained sad.

"I left because that was the day I found out how you betrayed me."