"Would you choose life?"
He looked up in a start, surprised by the sudden question from his estranged partner. She stared him down, demanding an answer to her pointed question.
"I suppose I wouldn't, all things considered." He responded calmly.
Her eyebrow arched, not expecting such an answer from him. She had expected an instant yes, as most people would respond. Although, considering what he had gone through, what he had done, it was not overtly surprising.
"You truly are broken, aren't you? The War did you in. You've lost all will to go on." she trailed off despondently.
"What I did, Bastila, was necessary. But that doesn't make it hurt any less, knowing all of those people died because of me. I was a fool when I gave that order. But when I felt all of them dying, something inside of me broke. The Emperor simply used that to control me. The only emotions I felt were rage and pain. That warps a person, forever. The only thing that kept the fight in me was repentance. I hoped by killing Malak and ending his evil I could gain some comfort. But when he died, what he said reminded me of why he fell. Because of me. All of this is because of me, Bastila. The War, Malak and even you. If I had been stronger, resisted the call of the Emperor, none of this would've happened. The Republic wouldn't be fractured and weak." He rambled.
"Revan, I can't tell you what you did was necessary for the survival of the Republic, because I don't believe it was. But, that doesn't matter anymore. You saved all of us. Billions of people! That matters. I can't go back in time and find another way, but I can help you. Help you to move on, rebuild. I will be here for you in your darkest moments. And I will pull you out of them." She decreed.
Revan looked up at her kind face, and an emotion he hadn't felt in a long while wormed it's way into his heart.
Hope.