To her credit, she's not exactly right herself. Dia has an admittedly extraordinarily skewed definition of 'normal', having been mostly raised as a slave, then becoming a Sith for a good portion of her adult life, and now an exile, well.

'Normal' to her is a little hard to define.

"I've debated fully and completely defecting, but you're right. Most of the Jedi likely wouldn't accept me, to say nothing of the fact that as far as the Republic is concerned, I'm an enemy of the state." She gestured vaguely with her free hand, mildly irritated, "A fairly minor one, as far as the Sith hierarchy is concerned, so they likely wouldn't be too interested anyway."

A mildly frustrated sigh, "As for what to do when they declare me dead, I'm not entirely sure. I've debated the mercenary route or something similar, or maybe finding a group of pirates or something." Dia shrugged again. "But honestly, I don't bloody know right now, and it could be a while before they finally do."