"Then perhaps..." Traya muttered to herself. "While there are certainly others who have felt as you have from what I have seen you are likely the most successful of them. As such...yes, I believe you would be worthy."
"Of...?"
"Carrying the mantle of Darth Traya."
Ciaran took a step backwards in shock before recovering and narrowing her eyes. "I thought I made it clear that I am not a Sith."
"It is merely a title," Traya explained, "and given its history any who hear it would understand the implications of you using it." Ciaran was still glaring at Traya as she continued unabated. "When I was alive I too rejected the Jedi and the Sith, but I admit that in the end I became too reliant on the dark side. However you have managed to achieve a balance both in thought and spirit, and for that you are worthy of carrying on my legacy."
"I see..." Ciaran warily responded.
"Do with the title as you will, I give it to you because there must always be a Darth Traya.