KOTOR Version 2-Chapter 3-Carth and Revan

Revan and Carth exited the apartment right into the evening sun. Revan surveyed his immediate surroundings, and noticed the crashed escape pod over to his right, and motioned toward it. Carth nodded, and acknowledging that it was the escape pod they crashed in. They started walking toward the cantina when Revan decided to speak up.

'Carth,' Revan said.

'What do you want?' Carth snapped at Revan.

'I just wanted to apologize for what happened to Trask. His death was unneeded.' Revan said, sighing slightly.

'Wait a minute,' Carth said, slightly confused with what Revan just said. 'You want to apologize for Trask's death?'

'Yes,' Revan said.

'Why?' Was all Carth could get out of his mouth. He knew, as well as any other solider, that death was always a possibility when in a battle. Sure, it sucked that someone so young had to die, but Carth wasn't broken up about it. The only thing that really concerned Carth was the letter he would have to send to Trask's family.

'I'm a Jedi Knight. I could have taken care of that Dark Jedi without putting any lives in danger. Trask Ulgo died because I didn't help him.' Revan said.

'Revan, I don't like you, so what I'm going to tell you is in no way trying to spare your feelings.' Carth said. 'Both you and Trask made good decisions.'

'Even after all you've been through, I didn't expect you to be this heartless.' Revan shot back. There was a look of sympathy and sadness in Revan's eyes.

'No, I'm not that heartless. I said that as a tactician and a career solider. As a solider, I know I can die in any battle I'm involved in. Living to see another battle is a mixture of skill and luck. Trask understood this, and sacrificed his life to get someone he believed to be more important than him to safety. And let's be honest, who would you rather have by your side, a kid fresh out of the Republic Naval Academy, or a Jedi?' Carth said.

'True. But he didn't know I am a Jedi. His death was an unneeded sacrifice.' Revan said.

'You probably don't realize how close we were to being blown into pieces. You were unconscious at the time, but fifteen seconds after we got out of there, the Endar Spire was destroyed. How long would fighting that Dark Jedi have taken you? I guarantee it would have taken far more than fifteen seconds.' Carth said. He needed to shake Revan out of his depression, if Revan was going to be any use to him. 'And Trask would have stayed with you. He would have waited until you finished with the Dark Jedi, and we all would have died.'

'I didn't think about it like that. I guess if I have time to be depressed about what happened on the Endar Spire, then I have time to figure out how to rescue Bastila. Thanks Carth.' Revan said.

Carth just nodded. He and Revan began their short walk to the cantina, and Carth took that time to process the conversation they just had. He could see that Revan was genuinely upset over Trask's death, that was certain, but the reason why was debatable. Was Revan upset that a life was lost, or was he upset that someone he could use was dead? Carth didn't know, but he was going to find out the truth, and soon.

The Upper City Cantina was exactly as Revan remembered it. The Pazaak table was right in the middle of the entrance section, while the dueling ring viewing room was directly across from them. These two sections were places where a wealth of credits and information could be gathered. 'Follow my lead,' Revan said to Carth, leading him into the cantina.

Revan eyed a richly dressed man finishing a game of Pazaak with someone. The man had two women standing on both sides of him. Trophy women. Revan thought. The players that have them can be a little too confident in their skills, and can usually be goaded into multiple loosing games pretty easily. All to impress their women. 'Hey Carth, why don't you get us something to drink while I see if I can get some information at the Pazaak tables?' Revan asked Carth.

'And leave you to your own devices? Not a chance.' Carth shot back at Revan.

'Look Carth, you can still keep an eye on me from the bar.' Revan said, digging something out of his pouch. 'And you'll have this.' Revan said, holding a small object.

'You're giving me a radio receiver. What about the transmitter?' Carth asked.

'Going right here.' Revan said, clipping it to his vest. 'Now, you can keep your eyes and ears on me at all times.'

Carth looked at the receiver for a moment before putting it in his ear. 'All right, I'll get the drinks.'

'Get the Tarisian Ale. It's got quite the kick if you're not used to it, but it's pretty good.' Revan said, as Carth headed toward the bar. I figured that thing could come in handy, but I never expected it to be used on me. Revan thought, but he realized that this arrangement would force Carth to place a little bit of trust in him. If Carth could hear what Revan was saying, Carth could relax a little bit, and working together would be a lot easier. With Revan's worries put to rest, he quickly headed over to the Pazaak table and began taunting the richly dressed player.

'Profitable game?' Revan said to the player.

'Of course. I am the best Pazaak player in this cantina.' The rich player said.

'I beg to differ. I'm the best player in this cantina.' Revan said.

'Care to place your credits where your mouth is?' The rich player asked.

'Of course.' Revan said, sitting down. He pulled his Pazaak deck out of his vest pocket, and spoke up again. 'Name's Jake Katarn, by the way.'

'I am Niklos, and I will enjoy taking your credits from you.' Niklos said, dealing the cards.

Carth grinned slightly as he ordered the glasses of Tarisian Ale. So, Revan wants to use his fake name while we're out and about huh? That's fine by me. Hiding his true identity is a good idea on a Sith infested planet. Carth thought. As he waited for the ale, Carth listened to the commotion over at the Pazaak table. Revan had just won a 100 credit game, and was going for a second, all the while taunting Niklos, his opponent.

As the drinks were placed down in front of Carth, he picked them up and brought them over to the Pazaak table. 'A woman asked me to bring this to you.' Carth said, and Revan grinned slightly. Still got to maintain an air of masculinity, I see. Revan thought, sipping at the drink. I would too, if I were him.

Carth watched Revan win 4 more games of Pazaak against Niklos before Niklos refused to play Revan again. He saw one of the women that was standing by Niklos lean over the table, and spoke softly, though Carth could hear it in his earpiece.

'That was a great match you had with Niklos. Beating him once is no small feat, and you beat him five times. Care to buy a drink for a Pazaak fan?' The woman said to Revan.

'Sorry honey, but you're nothing but a trophy girl. And I stay away from high maintenance women.' Revan said, gathering his winnings. Revan stood up from the table, grabbed his empty mug, and headed over to Carth.

'Find out anything?' Carth asked Revan, as they walked over to the bar and Revan ordered another mug of Tarisian Ale.

'Only that Niklos is a terrible loser.' He said. 'But I did make 500 credits, which will be useful in case we need supplies.' The bartender slid Revan a fresh mug, and Revan dropped 10 credits on the table. 'Though I am sure we can get some information out of some of the patrons here. Take her for example.' Revan said, pointing at a girl in the corner. Carth looked at the girl, and she was nothing special. She had red hair, done up in buns on the sides. Her face was normal looking, without a trace of make-up. She had on a dark blue shirt on, and a pair of darker blue pants. She wore boots that buckled up the sides, and a belt with blaster hanging off it. The most notable thing Carth noticed, however, was a bomber jacked with a small Sith insignia on the collar.

'You're not seriously thinking about talking to that Sith, are you?' Carth snapped at Revan.

'Why not? She's lonely, and she's on a foreign world, and she doesn't know anybody. People in that situation are more likely to give away critical information in casual conversation.' Revan said.

'All right, I'll go talk to her.' Carth said. He was about to get up when Revan spoke again.

'Carth, everything about you screams 'Republic solider', and you're a terrible actor. I should go over there, for two reasons. One, I'm a far better actor. You didn't know who I am until I told you. Second, you can monitor my conversation, pick up things I don't with the earpiece I gave you.' Revan said.

'All right, go on. But I still don't like the prospect of you talking to a Sith.' Carth said.

'Look Carth, I know you have every reason in the world to do otherwise, but you need to trust me, at least a little bit. You've got the earpiece, and you'll be able to see me, so there's nothing for you to worry about.' Revan said. But before Carth could speak again, Revan had gotten up and was heading toward the Sith girl.

Turning on his charm, Revan said down across from the Sith girl and spoke up. 'Hello there, pretty lady.' Revan said. The Sith girl looked up, with a slight smile on her face.

'Hi there - I haven't seen you around before. Of course they don't give us Sith officers from the military base much time off...' the girl said.

Revan brought a look of shock on his face. 'You're Sith?' He said.

'I'm off duty right now, so I'm not in uniform. My name is Sarna - junior officer first class with the Sith occupation force.' Sarna said.

'Name's Jake Katarn. Nice to meet you Sarna.' Revan said, extending his hand.

Sarna shook Revan's hand before speaking again. 'I'm actually a little surprised you're talking to me at all... most of the people here on Taris can't stand us Sith. It can make this a pretty lonely job.'

'I'm not actually from Taris. I'm just stuck here until the quarantine ends.' Revan said, which was partially true. He was stuck here, but not because of the quarantine.

'You're an off-worlder? Huh, I figured you'd be even more angry, being stuck on a foreign planet and all.' Sarna said. She sighed slightly, figuring this conversation was over before it started.

'Taris isn't so bad. But some of the locals here have a wroshyr branch up their butt.' Revan said.

Sarna laughed at Revan's joke. 'You know, it's like everyone on this backwater planet is in a permanent bad mood. Don't they know they have to make the best of things?' she said.

'You've got quite the positive attitude.' Revan said, smiling slightly.

'Exactly! It's all about attitude. I didn't ask to be assigned to this backwater planet, but I try to make the best of it!' Sarna said. She was liking this Jake Katarn more and more by the minute. 'It's pretty easy to get depressed on an assignment like this, but we do what we can to keep our spirits up.'

Revan smiled again. 'Some times you've just got to blow off some steam once in a while.'

'That's true. It's nice to meet someone who understands what I'm going through. It's good to talk about this stuff - it gets pretty lonely up at the military base.' Sarna said. 'Listen, I have to get going - I've got a shift at the military base. But some of us junior Sith officers are having a party tomorrow to blow off some steam.' Sarna leaned in real close to Revan, and spoke as softly and sweetly as she could. 'I'd really like to see you again. Why don't you drop by the party? I'll directions to the apartment.'

Revan pulled out his datapad and Sarna punched in the directions to the apartment. 'Don't worry - you won't be the only civilian there. A few of the locals who don't hate us are going to show up, too.' Sarna said. She smiled again, as she got up. 'I hope to see you there.'

Revan smiled back. 'Sounds good. I'll see you there.' He waited until Sarna was out of sight before getting up and heading back to Carth.

'Getting pretty close to that Sith woman, aren't we?' Carth said in an accusatory tone.

'Carth, I know you didn't take your eyes off me, so you know I wasn't doing anything suspicious. I had to flirt a little to get her to trust me.' Revan said, sitting down. He pounded down his drink before speaking again. 'As for why I agreed to going to the party, drunk Sith are easier to get information than just lonely ones.' Revan said, ordering another Tarisian Ale.

'Your reasons are sound, but I still don't like it.' Carth said.

'Hey, I don't want to hang out with a bunch of Sith either, but with that situation, we could get some keycards, some blaster packs, or even a couple of Sith uniforms.' Revan said. He took a sip from his new mug, when Carth spoke up again.

'I find getting a Sith uniform highly unlikely, but the others are very possible. So, when's the party?' Carth asked.

Revan pulled his datapad out and checked out Sarna's instructions. 'Tomorrow at 1300.' Revan said. 'The location of her apartment is on the datapad.' Revan polished off his mug of Tarisian Ale and stood up. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to check out the competition at the dueling ring.'

'Dueling ring?' Carth asked.

'Ever seen a gladiatorial match? Same thing, except no one dies. Besides, it'd give me a chance to get used to my vibrosword before I have to use it in real combat.' Revan said.

'Well, if what I saw on the Endar Spire was awkward use of a vibrosword, I'd hate to see what proficiency is like for you.' Carth joked.

'I guess my skills with my lightsaber transfer over better than I thought.' Revan joked. 'Regardless, I have a feeling we're going to need a lot of credits later on, and the dueling ring in the fastest way to make money.'

When Revan entered the dueling ring viewing ring, he immediately saw a face he recognized from the last time he was on Taris. Near the Hutt controlling the matches, stood Marl, the dueling ring champion at the time. Revan looked around the room, and noticed a couple of nobles arguing. Revan moved closer to see what the fuss was about.

'I can't believe we couldn't get arena tickets for this match! Now we'll have to watch the duel on the view screen.' The woman said.

'Who cares? It's Duncan and Gerlon fighting. It's not like we're going to miss anything good.' The man said.

'Shh! They're about to start, so quit complaining and just watch the view screen!' the woman shot back.

Revan looked at the view screen, and saw two other duelists he recognized, Deadeye Duncan and Gerlon Two-Fingers. The duel wasn't anything special. Duncan lost again, this time because he dropped his blaster. Gerlon took advantage of that, and shot Duncan right in the chest, knocking him unconscious. Revan grinned slightly, and went over to the Hutt sitting at the end of the room.

'I'm sorry, human - the betting window's closed. No more fights right now. People are sick of seeing the same duelists all the time. It's bad for business.' The Hutt said. 'Unless...My name is Ajuur. I organize all the duels here. We need a new face in the dueling game, human. Maybe you want step into the duel ring?'

Just as I had planned Revan thought. 'Sure. How much will I get in return?' he asked.

'If you win, you get the standard contract: 10 percent of all wagers. And don't worry, nobody dies in the duel ring anymore. Death matches are illegal now.' Ajuur said. 'Most fighters in the duel ring use vibroblades or stun sticks because the ring's pretty small, but a few of the duelists use blasters. Use whichever you prefer.'

'Vibroblades and blasters, and no one ever dies? There's got to be something to this.' Revan said, doing the best he could to keep a straight face.

'The duel ring has energy suppressor fields to make sure nobody dies. Weapons are limited so they hurt, but don't kill. And we've got a medic droid in case of serious injuries.' Ajuur said. 'So, are you in?'

'Yeah, I'm in.' Revan said.

Over the next 5 hours, Revan won match after match until he became the Taris dueling ring champion. Fighting under the name 'The Mysterious Stranger', Ajuur's idea, Revan became an instant sensation in the cantina. People were comparing him to another dueling ring legend, the Mandalorian Bendak Starkiller. Carth had a feeling that the comparison would come back to bite them in the ass later, but it would be Revan's to deal with, and he wanted to see how Revan would deal with it. He heard Revan call his name, and he saw Revan come back to the bar, holding up his dueling ring winnings.

'5500 credits from both Pazaak and the dueling ring. We're not going to have to worry about money for a little while, that's for sure.' Revan said, sitting down next to Carth. 'By the way, what time is it?'

'A little after midnight.' Carth said, looking at his chronometer.

'Damn. Let's head back to the apartment and get some sleep. We can get some med pack, weapons and armor in the morning.' Revan said.

'What about that Sith party you got us invited to?' Carth said, icily.

'We've got thirteen hours before the party. Even if we're out of commission for 10 hours, we'll still have plenty of time to get ready and get to the party.' Revan said. 'Now come on, we've both had a long day. I've been fighting for the past few hours, and I can't imagine watching me has been easy either.'

That's an understatement. Carth thought. But what Revan said made sense. He was tired, and would need some rest if he was going to be on his guard around all those Sith later the next day.

Upon returning to the apartment complex, Revan and Carth saw two aliens, a male Rodian and a Devaronian, threatening a woman in the apartment next to theirs. As Revan and Carth moved closer, they heard what was being said.

'But, Holdan is the one who started all this, not me!' The woman said.

'Doesn't matter who started it. You have a sizable bounty on your head, and we intend to collect.' The Rodian said.

'But where's the justice in all this? He gets drunk and tries to force himself on me, and I get a bounty put on my head for defending myself? Holdan's the one to blame, not me!' The woman said.

'Justice doesn't have anything to do with this. We're here because of the credits we can make.' The Devaronian said. As he raised his blaster, Revan decided he'd heard enough to act.

'Is there a problem here?' Revan asked as he walked over to the group.

'Nothing that concerns you, human.' The Rodian shot back at Revan.

Reaching out to the Force, Revan touched the minds of the 'bounty hunters', and found them to be very weak. It would be easy to manipulate them.

'This isn't the woman you're looking for.' Revan said, using the Force to implant the suggestion directly into their minds.

'This isn't the woman we're looking for.' The Rodian said blankly.

'You will continue your search elsewhere, and forget you found her here.' Revan said, with the Force backing up his words.

The Devaronian, whose mind was slightly weaker, but not by much, didn't repeat exactly what Revan said, but the spirit was the same.

'Come on, let's get out of here. We need to find Dia before someone else does.' The Devaronian said.

As the 'bounty hunters' left, Revan went over to talk to this 'Dia' woman.

'Are you all right?' Revan asked.

'I don't know what you did, but thank you all the same.' Dia said.

'So, who's Holdan?' Revan asked.

Dia looked over Revan, to see what his intent was, and since she could feel no malice toward her, she loosened up a little. 'Well, I suppose I could tell you, since you saved my life.' She said. 'Holdan's a spiteful little Hutt-slug. He went and put out a bounty on my head for what I did! I was hiding out here, but I didn't do a very good job, since those bounty hunters were able to find me.'

'What did you do that made Holdan put a bounty on your head?' Revan asked. He could see that this line of conversation was making her uneasy. 'Don't worry, I'm here to help you, but I need as much information as you can give me.'

Dia calmed down slightly with that comment, and began relating her story. 'Holdan's just one of Davik's men who can't keep his hands to himself. But all he got for his trouble was a nasty scar from my vibroblade!' Dia sighed. 'Too bad I'm the one still paying the price.'

Davik? He was a leader of the Exchange on Taris last time I was here. And his goons are still acting like idiots. Revan thought. 'Don't worry, I'll talk to Holdan for you.'

'You could try, I guess. He usually hangs out at the cantina in the Lower City. It probably won't do any good. Holdan's used to getting his own way.' Dia said. 'That's one of the fringe benefits of being a goon for Davik. Working for the local crime lord lets you get away with things. Still, I appreciate the offer.'

Carth stared at Revan for a moment. Why would the Dark Lord of the Sith go out of his way to help someone he doesn't even know? He couldn't have changed this much, this quickly, so what does he think he'll gain? The things that Revan was doing was outside of what Carth though Revan would be doing, but was it really that much of a stretch that a man who used to be a Jedi, and, according to what Revan told him, still is, to help someone in need? Carth had a lot on his exhausted mind, and he needed some sleep. But one thing was for sure. One act does not determine someone's character. Revan would have to show a lot more of himself before Carth even thought about trusting him.

Upon entering their apartment, Carth spoke up.

'So, how are we going to deal with sleeping?' Carth asked.

'You go ahead and get as much sleep as you need. Don't worry about me.' Revan said.

Carth didn't like that answer. Sleeping in shifts was fine with him, because he would get the chance to not only watch out for trouble, but keep his eyes on Revan. 'No way in hell! There is no way I'm going to let you stay up all night and keep watch! Not only is that not healthy, but I don't trust you!'

'First off, I'm pretty sure that, as a career solider who's fought in both the Mandalorian Wars and this current one, are a light sleeper.' Revan said. Carth nodded at the remark.

'Second, I can enter a Jedi trance, which will allow my body to get all the rest it needs, and still remain fully aware, and that takes a fraction of time it takes you to get a full nights rest.' Revan said.

Carth was still fuming. He didn't like it when Revan was right, and he had a feeling that this would be a recurring thing. Revan, sensing this, tried to calm him down.

'Carth, we have a mission to accomplish. Finding Bastila is all that matters now, and we both need to be in our best possible condition. I need you to be healthy Carth, and you staying awake to keep an eye on me is detrimental to your well being. Besides, if I WAS still the Sith Lord, which you still think I am, I would still need you alive to help me find Bastila.' Revan said.

'So you've been probing my mind, is that it? Is that how you were able to figure all this out?' Carth said acidly.

'Career soldiers' minds are too strong for that, yours included. Besides, it doesn't take a mind reader to feel the hostility coming off of you.' Revan said. Carth calmed down a bit, and Revan spoke up again. 'The point is, I need you, and I made my suggestion based on the sum of our abilities. While you're a light sleeper, you still move sluggish at first. I can come out of my Jedi trance and be ready to move at a second's notice.'

Carth allowed his shoulders to slump down, admitting defeat. 'All right, I'll trust you to watch out for us while I sleep. But don't forget that pact you made with me.' Carth said, in as calm a tone he could muster up.

'I won't forget Carth. Now get some sleep. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow.' Revan said. He sat down on the floor and watched Carth lay down on the bed Revan woke up on earlier that day. Carth was asleep almost immediately, and Revan started in on his meditation trance.

Two hours later, Revan came out of his trance refreshed and ready to begin his completely awake portion of his watchman duty. He stood up, and walked over to the window. Using the Force, Revan enhanced all his passive senses, which included his hearing and smell, and stretched out his Force perceptions to cover the whole of the building. From that point, Revan decided to see if he could find Bastila. He stretched out across the planet, and searched for that special energy signature that was created by their bond.

What he found was strange. He found the energy signature, but when he probed deeper, he found that Bastila's mind was a mess.

What's wrong Bas'? Revan sent through their bond. What he got back was a wave of emotion and unfocused thoughts. 'They've got a neural disruptor on her.' Revan whispered to himself. 'Those are useful for keeping a Force user's mind is a state of unfocused confusion to prevent them from using the Force to escape. It works well in an untrained individual, but it won't work for long on a Jedi.' He remembered a young Cathar who was about to be sold as a slave....Juhani was her name, Revan believed, and how she had a neural distuptor on her. Don't worry Bastila, I'm coming. Just hold on a little longer. Revan sent through the bond. Even through all the confusion, Revan felt Bastila send a feeling of relief back to him, calming Revan's nerves. He broke contact, and returned his full attention to watching for danger.

Carth woke up to an interesting smell. He sat up, and saw Revan eating something out of a small bowl, with a cooking pan and another bowl on the table. He walked over to the table and sat down.

'So, what have we got here?' Carth asked.

'Oatmeal. It's the best I could do with the supplies and the food synthesizer we've got here.' Revan said. He motioned to the pan. 'You want some?'

Carth glared at Revan, but before he had a chance to say anything, Revan spoke up. 'I'm not going to kill you Carth, no matter how much you want to think otherwise. Not only are you a great fighter and a great pilot, but you're also a good natured human being. People with your skills are rare, but people with your heart are rarer still. I need someone like you to watch my back, and I'll do everything within my power to make sure you're still able to do that.'

Carth stared at Revan for a moment, and sat down to his bowl of oatmeal. Revan was trying to create some levity between them, so they could work together better. Carth could see that. But Revan could also be trying to get Carth to drop his guard. The Dark Lord already told him he was useful, and needed him in good health. Though the manner in which that information was presented was not what he'd expected from the Dark Lord. But, then again, Revan was a Jedi before the Jedi Civil War started. Revan knew how to positively motivate people, that was documented proof. Carth would have to keep his guard up when around him, and make sure he found out Revan's intentions soon.

Revan finished his oatmeal and stared right at Carth. 'You know Carth, the Dark Side can corrupt someone who's not even Force sensitive.' He said.

'And what made you bring that up?' Carth said, setting down his spoon.

'Because I can feel the anger and hate coming off of you. If you let that anger take over you, then you're no better than Saul Karath.' Revan said.

That set Carth off. He slammed his hands on the table, and forcefully stood up, knocking over his chair in the process. 'WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I'M NO BETTER THAN SAUL!' Carth shouted at Revan.

'Your anger and hatred toward Saul are righteous, but so was Saul's anger and hatred toward the Republic. If you don't calm down, you're going to head down that same path that Saul did. The Dark Side is a road you do not want to walk down, trust me!' Revan shot back at Carth.

Revan is imploring me not to fall to the Dark Side? What the hell? Carth thought. But Revan had a point. He didn't want to become like Saul, not after what he did to Telos.

'So, how do you know the Dark Side can corrupt someone who's not even Force sensitive?'

'The Force is within all of us, though someone like me is more open to it than someone like you. If you let your anger and hate consume you, then you've let the Dark Side into your heart. And once the Dark Side into your heart, it twists you into a perverted version of yourself. Even the worst cruelties will become nothing to you once that happens.' Revan said, in as neutral a tone he could muster.

Revan preaching about the dangers of the Dark Side, huh? Carth thought as he picked up his chair. Maybe he is telling the truth, that he's not the Dark Lord anymore. But I still don't trust him.

'The only difference between someone like you and someone like me is someone like me has a lot more power available to them. You have your physical capabilities and whatever is available to you. In addition to that, I can wield the Force. That gives me a lot more choices in manipulating my surroundings.' Revan said. He looked down at the table and sighed. I really hope I'm getting through to him.

Carth sat there for a moment, looking at Revan, until he noticed a look of exhaustion and pain in him. He looks like he's been fighting something, but all he's been doing is sitting there. How can he be so exhausted? He shook those thoughts out of his head, and decided to give Revan a chance to rest. 'Look Revan, I'm going to see if I can use some of that money you won last night to get us some supplies. I should be back in a couple of hours. I'll take the earpiece so I can keep tabs on you. In the mean time, you get some rest. You look exhausted.'

'Thanks.' Revan said. All that anger and hate, all directed toward me. It's been a while since I've had to fight the Dark Side from within in addition to the outside. It's exhausting. But I can't make any compromises this time. I can't head down that same path that doomed billions of people.