She waits for her to finish speaking, the look on her face taking on only the slightest brittleness for a moment. She hardly cares for correction, but then who of her ilk would? Their power comes from their passion, their rage - whatever fuels it. To be a Dark Jedi is to take knowledge and apply it through force of will and by the unleashing of powerful emotions.

"Perhaps, but this is a meeting of worlds, this place. The bridging becomes natural. But do not be so quick to underestimate 'feeling.' It is...application of knowledge. It can create great or terrible things. Or tear them down to unto dust."

She holds up her hand, closing her fist. And her face darkens, just a little, and perhaps to someone as attuned to energy and magic as Isidor she will feel the sense of heaviness that descends with the moment. She calls forth her darkness, and a play of something like electricity wraps around her fist, arching out over her fingers as she slowly opens her hand. Force Lightning. It isn't lightning in any real sense, of course. It is a visible projection of the Dark Side, capable of draining the very life essence from an opponent, or wreaking havoc on anything with a circuit.

"For me," Sariss says slowly, the moment coming to an end as swiftly as it came, the lightning dissipating into nothingness, "for my world, there are things that must be felt instead of just being known. Science and passion must be one. And in the end, it is germane to the point because, well. This place vibrates in the Force. I can feel it turn under my feet. I can feel...shifts as it changes. And I believe, given proximity to a locus of its energy...I can make contact."

From there, a whole realm of questions become available. Along with a wellspring of possibilities.