Вот на какое любопытное рассуждение я наткнулся в книге "Затерянное племя ситхов. Пандемониум"

"What did you mean when you said I had more in common with the Sith than I thought?"

After contemplation, Edell spoke. "I mean you're moved by a desire to improve yourself-and that you despair of weakness in others. I wasn't joking. You're never satisfied. I expect that it has made you a good warmaster-"

"Wardmaster."

"-a good organizer of others. You see what needs to be done, and you expect it done. You see a lack of ambition as a lack of respect not just for self, but for others. And you."

She didn't respond.

"This husband of yours-I can almost see his face when you think of him. He's a nothing. He never was, and never wanted to be, more than he is. He's slowing you down. I take it that drove you to that sentinel, that Jogan. But while he may have marginally more to offer than your husband, he's just along for the ride, too." The High Lord took a sip from a bottle. "I studied him, you know, while he was my prisoner. He may have a uniform, but he's a watcher, not an actor. You could have him, yes, but you'd soon tire of him."

Quarra stared into the blackness. "There's more to him than that."

"Maybe, but there's so much more to you. You'd outgrow him-and he'd weigh you down, like the uvak on my airships. And you'd have to cut him loose."

"Yeah, I saw what you did with yours," she said, remembering the massive corpse that had fallen from the sky onto Jogan. "Forget it. I'm not going to make a choice like that."

"That's the good news," Edell said. "Because as with airships, the larger you become, the more you can carry. Power isn't just having choices. Power is being able to decide whether you must choose at all. You can have your husband and little family-and your lover in the tower. And you can extend your authority, and have your word obeyed."