"I'm going back to them," she says in a soft tone, but her voice is firm, and it's unlikely that anything even he says will change her mind.
"You're willing to face the Council?" Revan asks, because if nothing else, he wants to attempt to persuade her to come with him. With him and with Malak. He feels as though he needs her, and she may not be the most powerful Jedi he'd come across, but she was loyal. Gifted.
Behind him, Malak grunts, folding his arms across his chest.
She nods, and finally her gaze shifts up to his, holding his eyes, capturing him. "We did the right thing." Her words are a comfort to him, he realizes, when he wasn't seeking comfort or the statement. He knew that they were right. This war was right. "But we also went against our masters. I'll go back and accept my fate."
He looks her over then, sees how hard it is for her to keep herself together, how empty she rings to him, and he knows that she's leaving because she's nothing now, even if she doesn't know it. "You're taking it all on," Revan surmises. "You're not going for just yourself, but for all of them." Because what Revan did was right, and Revan has nothing to apologize for. Revan has nothing to face. The Council was wrong.
Isolde shrugs, shoulders jerking awkwardly. The fire is gone from her, and he's helped to cause it. "It's what we should do. We saved the Republic, but it's time to go home." Because she's a good little Jedi. She pauses, head tilting down, chest rising and falling slowly as she thinks it over, steps closer to him, looks back up. Her hand reaches out and touches his cheek. "Come back with me..."
He knows that they'll be exiled if they return, and he has so much more to do than to follow her and begin whatever it is that she wants. She has more to do than to settle for him. "Good luck, General." Gently, he removes her hand, and she smiles like she knows what he's thinking, and he hopes that she really doesn't.
"Good-bye, Revan."
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"You should have killed her," Malak's gruff voice interrupts his thoughts later. "She'll be a problem for us later."
Revan contemplates his apprentice's words, placing the mask of Mandalore the Great on before shaking his head. "No. She's already dead. There's no point."
"She's not that dead."
A look of annoyance crosses Revan's face, not that Malak can see it now, but he takes his time in pitching his voice in just the right way to get him to quiet and forget the topic. "Keeping her alive as she is will show the Council their hypocrisy, what they have done wrong. Killing her suits no purpose. She is no Jedi, and a Jedi like her is as good as dead."