Bastila stares at the door, behind which she knows Revan is standing, sending her all these memories through their Force Bond. Bond which hasn't been open for such a length of time in... years. Before he left for the Unknown Regions.

The next memory comes, as she'd known it would and has steeled herself for. Nothing can prepare her for memories of Malak though. The mere name brings up so much. This moment when Revan had been crying in her arms, but also her own stint as Malak's apprentice. The feel of it, the anger and the rage and the strength and, at the same time, the weakness of it all.

Revan had brought her back. Like she'd brought him back, in a way.

It was all so long ago now. He'd chosen a different life for himself.

And he was telling her that she ought to do the same. She knew it. It was easier said than done, though.