This time Aria remained silent for a while, her eyes shutting as Yerbol continued on, quieter now. A fresh wave of guilt welled up as she realised it wasn't fair of her to bring his sister into this the way she had. His statement that he had forgiven her for the whole thing brought a snort out of Aria.
"You shouldn't. I don't deserve it." she huffed, eyes opening to look at him again. Her thoughts wandered to their shared vision, the idea that the Force itself could be 'killed'. Her dark eyebrows pulled together in a tight frown. "I don't know...I mean, nobody even really knows what the Force IS, do they? How can you 'kill' something that you don't even understand?" she mumbled, glad that their disagreement was at an end. After taking some time to get her emotions under control, she realised that Yerbol's view of things wasn't ENTIRELY wrong either. With the True Sith intent on carrying out this plot of theirs, they would need to keep working together, or, she supposed, die trying. 
She realised, he was right. The three of them didn't have a hope of taking down the operatives within the government, or of returning the respective political bodies to their former states. They'd need more allies, or they'd be sitting mynocks until Bracknell's (or some other True Sith's) cronies tracked them down and came to finish them off for good. She chuckled softly at his choice of wording, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she retorted.
"Well, I dunno about throwing people, Bol. Only if they're shorter than me. Cause, you know, I DON'T lift weights as much as you do. I guess you're right though, I mean...we're gonna die eventually either way, right?" it was a pessimistic outlook on the whole series of events, but at least she was willing to try and look at their options from his point of view, too. 

She sighed quietly, her gaze moving to watch the bird as it diverted its attention from them for a few moments to peck at something between the half-rotten beams that held up the ceiling. Another possible problem occurred to her. "He won't want to hear it, you know. My dad." Aria smirked again, clearing her throat and deepening her voice to attempt a, slightly off-pitch but close enough, impression of the Sith Lord's voice. "'You are a bad influence on his daughter and he would not condone such Jedi-like behaviour'." she dissolved into a fit of quiet laughter, dropping her head to one side, almost leaning it against his shoulder before she caught herself and sat upright quickly, a faint flush of colour appearing in her cheeks. 
"I'm sorry too...for snapping at you, and bringing up your sister." Aria added, grinning back at him, "I didn't mean it...I'm not supposed to admit it because we're 'not supposed to feel fear'"-quotation marks were formed around the statement with her fingers as she enunciated it-"but...I'm terrified."