Karen is my twin. There’s no other explanation. We are seriously, honestly, twins, and if we ever go somewhere at the same time we will have the whole damn world asking us if we are sisters. And this is perfectly dang fine with me.
You know how the rule of twins must go, through. There’s the good twin, and there’s the bad twin. She is the bad twin. She’s wicked, and an horrible influence. More or less, she’s a sith lord.
(And she will tell you that I am only the good twin in comparison to her, but that is harmful sith propaganda. Do not believe it !)
And what color does a sith lord need ?
Red, of course !