Ghosts and Shadows
It was Revan's ship, Revan's droids, Revan's Admiral, Revan's Jedi, Revan's Mandalorian, Revan's master, Revan's assassin, Revan's battlefields. Revan's plans, Revan's loose ends, Revan's mess. Revan's voice echoed in the Ebon Hawk, Revan's footsteps lingered on Korriban. Revan's fingers were directly in Handmaiden's past, and indirectly in Mira's. Bao-Dur had been assigned to the Exile by Revan.
Malachor V was practically Revan's own personal planet. Yes, the Exile had pulled the trigger. Bao-Dur had built the proverbial gun. But it had been Revan's idea in the first place.
Everything the Exile had, was Revan's. Revan's imprint was on everything.
Except for Mical. He was the Exile's disciple.