[ revan probably uses his abilities a lot more casually than most would necessarily appreciate, but he's of the opinion that they're as much for him as they are for the rest of the galaxy. and honestly, he's done his time serving the galaxy-- does he really owe it any more? (the answer is, of course, yes; he can't not care, no matter how he wishes otherwise.) ]

I don't remember now why I chose the clothing I wore as Darth Revan. [ he's seen the holos, though. ] Perhaps for the effect. The more people feared me, the less likely they were to fight me. [ he glances to ren as he lifts his glass once more, rolling it lightly between his palms as the alcohol sloshes gently inside.

for a moment more he's quiet, considering his comment, glance dropping to the long hands. ] .. Maybe we can find a pair of gloves somewhere that will fit you.