Hey-- No, Ezra-- [ he hesitates, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out, then stilling again. instead, there's a gentle force-nudge a moment later, revan's presence in the force unfurling in scant degrees. even in that small amount, it's apparent why the order wanted to keep him around: there's a lot of power just underneath the surface. the kind of power that is no doubt what sent the republic staggering to its knees. ] Listen, I'm not trying to badmouth the Order. I don't agree with them anymore, but they do good work. They do, and they have, and they will. They didn't.. have a lot of options with me.

[ he rubs his hands over his face, heaving a sigh. ] I'm not justifying it, because there's no justifying it, no more than you can justify the things that I did. But their ranks were pretty thin, and there's a certain poetic justice to it, I guess.. sending Darth Revan to tear down the empire he'd built.

[ he knows it still weighs on bastila, too, every night he wakes up screaming, lost in something half-remembered.

he's glad of the subject change, carefully relaxing the tension in his back and shoulders, letting himself focus on ezra. ]

It's difficult, [ he admits gently. ] Maybe not as difficult as it would be for you, though, because I've already been lost to the darkness. I know it a lot more intimately than you do, and that's.. not exactly a good thing.