[Ugh, the Clone Wars. The Sith. All of that tired history brings annoyance to the surface, especially when he's being compared to the underling of a failure.]

The Sith are dead and I have no intention of taking up their mantle.

[He's got his own thing, thank you very much. Supposedly. He straightens up and points accusingly at the bird, but otherwise stays where he is, his own saber still lit.]

Don't tell me you feel any sympathy for this thing when they've been such a nuisance.