Still Yours
Revan's return brought no fanfare from the Republic. There was no honour guard or week long celebrations, she simply slipped back in with the Exile Liam, as if she was never gone. After all those years, and yet another war she was nearly forgotten about; at best she was the Jedi who killed Malak during the Civil War, at worst, a Sith Lord, one of many.
It was a tearful reunion with her friends, and they made her promise to never leave again. She swore to them that there would be no more adventures with a smile on her face. She had never wanted to leave them, and now what she had started with Malak a decade previously was over. The Republic was finally safe; she had finished her penance.
She never talked about where she had gone, or what she saw. Most didn't dare ask.
Carth, for his part, swept her away and into a small house in the fledgling residential sector in the now habitable part of Telos. He was determined to keep Revan close to him at all times, still afraid that he would wake up one day to find her gone, lost to him forever. Save a few their closest friends, no one knew much about Admiral Onasi and the female Jedi he lived with. They were recluses, too wrapped up in each other to find, or need, anyone else.
There were always whispers and accusations floating around the rumour mill of Telos. Most of them about the suspicious looking Jedi that were frequently visiting the little colony, often staying for months at a time. Dustil jokingly called his father's estate 'The Rehab Clinic for the Formerly Dark Sided', but Revan was adamant that the doors were always to be open. Some of the fallen Jedi came, most did not. What Carth thought of this, no one knew.
Every once in a while, a solitary man, shrouded in a blue hood would visit Revan. They would drink tea, and talk of how the Jedi Order was progressing. She would try to spark other interests in him, to get him to laugh or even smile, but he just looked lost and waited for more orders. They never came.
"Liam," she asked at one of his visits, "Why do you come?"
"I am still your general, Lady Revan."
Carth questioned the Exile only once, "You love her, is that why you come?"
"We all loved her, that is why we followed her."
When Carth was killed in battle, and Revan wanted to make the galaxy itself shake with her rage and drown in her grief, Liam was there again, comforting her. She cried in his arms, and let her hot tears roll down her face until she felt numb. Her breathing was heavy, and her voice strained, but she had to ask, "Why did you come?"
"I am still yours, and you need me."
"I don't love you."
The Exile pressed her closer. "I know, but this is enough."