There was something every such debate between opposing philosophies that sought the destruction of a major enemy failed to grasp - though perhaps it was intentional in such lethal conversations, such as this, to avoid the unfortunate truth. That truth? That the perfect outcome required a replacement for the original evil that must rip apart that enemy from the inside, not quite a scapegoat but a hero to play the villain - suicide, really. Unlike a suicidal mission, however, it would require that person to take on the persona of the absolute highest concentration of evil, to become more sinister, dark, and horrible than their predecessor - as Sith Lords often were - and then to force a collapse of that group themselves, to die with no successor and a vastly weakened organization. Of course there were several huge problems with such a process, one being the requirement for an absolute mastermind and genius to manipulate the outcome at every turn so that every action would steer towards that event, that every event both fortunate and otherwise would be capitalized upon to shift back into the right path. But it was the requirement to throw away the preservation of self, to be wholly selfless, to be willing to die and never be redeemed upon death forever, that steered everyone away - even bastions of light like the Jedi of both old and new.
Braith had quite a bit to say on the subject but was, perhaps fortunately, interrupted by [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s outpouring of feelings and extreme disregard for her own safety - so much so that she even turned her back on the Sith who had been eyeing her lightsaber only minutes before. It was, perhaps, something she could see the Jedi doing in private, but she was both shocked and fearful - yes, even that horrible emotion - to find a turn in conversation, and attention, away from the one she'd stepped into. It was her fault, she supposed, that she brought up something she wanted to discuss at length in private, later, but nonetheless it was both touching and terrifying for her to find herself such a distraction in such a precarious situation. Her eyes were trained on [member="Darth Ferus"] the entire time Corvus approached her as she had approached her in turn, not trusting the Sith to keep to himself and more than prepared to intercept an attack now that she'd been free from her prison long enough to stretch her legs, so to speak. When Corvus took her hand, however, Braith quite literally went still. The explanation she was given was as convoluted as her use of the Sith as a method of communicating with Corvus - most certainly not right, but a means to a desired end.
"Corvus, get up." She whispered, keeping a slightly wider-eyed stare on Ferus while she spoke. "Please." Braith added, tugging at her hand gently, not once looking down. She wasn't upset with her over this, not the flowers or the strange respect for a woman that had, for all intents and purposes, only been a puppet that could have been replaced with anyone, but was mildly disappointed that Corvus hadn't thought that she'd understand her or accept her wishes like Corvus had accepted Braith for her faults, there was a whole tangent to what Braith could explain but knew it needed to be kept short. "There is nothing to forgive, you haven't wronged me. I'm not upset, though previously worried perhaps." She explained. No sooner had she spoken than Ferus broke his silence, speaking of such benefits that truly were likely largely overestimated on his part - she had been around the block a few times, so to speak, and knew that a vacuum of power within the Sith was only present when a significant portion of the whole entity was removed from the equation, and so even extremely powerful entities such as the Dark Lord only became a number when the sheer size of the Sith forces outnumbered or overpowered those of the Jedi. She would have pointed such out, if not for the clear threat that was tucked into the end of his statement and drew the entirety of the remainder of her attention.
"Have you grown since I last saw you, Sith?" She asked callously, thinking back to the time where she'd ripped his arm off from his shoulder. The circumstances of the fight had been in his favor, the location and time of day and all that, but time - and now location - were different. "You would do well to speak threats less openly." She added with a thin frown while she stepped around Corvus to stand between the two, a bold move considering the only weapon she had at the moment would be her limbs and the force with little to no protection from much of anything else. "If you are looking for a way to break apart your group of Sith, perhaps internal turmoil would suit it best - a conflict among the leadership that divides the whole of the group so that sides must be chosen. Just keep the winning side aligned against this Dark Lord of yours." Braith said, leaving out her own belief that any number of Sith could likely amass enough power now to contest this illusive man themselves or as a small group. It could spark a civil war, certainly, but it would only mean a much quicker change of hands in leadership and the risk - for the Republic, or the Jedi - was even greater than to continue trying to fight back. The replacement could be someone who had less restraint than the Dark Lord, someone who might want to blitz straight into the Republic capital of Chazwa and sack it like Coruscant, or perhaps to run a series of campaigns and invasions against them at a much quicker pace than before. Any number of possibilities could happen, and the bad ones outweighed the current choices they had to fight or flee.
