[She doesn't move, doesn't say anything. Even after it's been turned off, everything still feels like it's on fire. She'd rather he'd have kept it up until she died, because she isn't sure if she can really talk at this point.

Finally, she moves, turning her head so that she can spit out the blood that pooled into her mouth.] What... What else can I tell you? [She brushes a hand over her face.] I was the only one who went back to the Order when it was over, and they made an example of me. I'm an exile, stripped of everything that ever made me a Jedi. [She glances at him.] I've lost my men, my friends, my lightsaber, the Force.

[Her lip trembles.] Revan said... That we were going to do what the Council was too afraid to try. We were going to be the heroes the people thought we were. I paid dearly for his ideals. [She should be bitter, but she's not. She doesn't hold it against Revan, doesn't really hold it against the Council. There's anger, sure, but there's mostly just tired resignation.] I'd do it all over again.