Atton: What are you doing? Get out of my head!
Kreia: Stop struggling… let me follow the current, deep… deeper… to its source.
Atton: Stop… stop it!
Kreia: With the fear… there is mingled guilt. I squirms in you like a worm. And there is it's heart. You surprise me. I could not feel it before… your feelings are a powerful shield indeed. Don't worry, „Atton”. If she is a jedi, she will forgive. If she is not… she will not care.
Atton: You can't tell her! Please… I'm asking you… I don't want her to…
Kreia: Think less of you? I hardly think that is possible. Still there is no shame in what you ask.