Truths

Yes, it was I who sought him out. I followed as he boarded the Harbinger, and stayed with him as we rescued each other. I had such hopes for him, a Jedi who turned his back on the Force and thrived where most would go mad. Sion and Nihulis never possessed his strength, nor his endurance. It was easy to make him my apprentice ... my padawan.

In him I saw what I truly wanted; an end to the foolishness of the Force and its users. Where the other Masters saw a wound, I saw only the peace and the serenity that they in their Code coveted. He would bring an end to both the Jedi and Sith, and restore harmony to the galaxy. In my folly I thought to train him, to make him see the Force as I did. I thought our bond would be enough to sway him; I would make him strong again, then sever the connection so he might continue on with his destiny. I am the Lord of Betrayal, such a thing would be simple for me.

I led him through the motions as he gathered the Masters. I bent the Force and allowed him to feel it once again through me. He respected me because I was his Master, and I loved him for what he would become. I wanted him to be more powerful than I was, for only then could he defeat the assassins and their masters. For only then could he defeat Revan.

Revan is the key to all things, and I have always known this. My old padawan is the sun of the Force, and every action she takes, no matter how inconsequential, unleashes the power of a raging storm upon the galaxy. If she fell to the Exile's wound, there is no doubt it would begin the unraveling of things.

It was inevitable that my plans would fail. The Force, perhaps in an attempt to save itself, did not let the Exile forget what Revan meant to him. Revan's ghost lurks in her ship, and her old companions, the droids and the Mandalorian do not let her memory rest. My Exile, my beautiful, broken Exile, went to war because of her. He wanted to be her defender and champion, to keep her from harm. I tried to make him forget that love, to make him apathetic towards her, but it did not work. He will not betray her, as she and I betrayed him.

He is coming. Atris will have already told him that I am at Malachor, and not even the memories of this place will stop him from seeking me. He will want answers, and I will tell him what I know, and what I See. Even with his weaknesses, I am his Master, and his is my student. There will be no secrets between us when I die. He will know and understand the last of the truths I have to teach him, and then he will kill me to protect his unrequited beloved. His destiny lays in the Unknown Regions with Revan, and his fate is interwoven with hers. He is ready for the challenge, but this last test of mine will prove that he is worthy.