He listened to the corpse for some time, until it had no more to tell him. He stood, turning to the living. The being was watchful, testing the strands of life that crawled through the cave.

And it held resignation and invitation. He reached out, touching its face. Gentle. Fingers still cold from so long unused.

A more careful sliding into its mind this time. Control at this minuscule range was slowly returning to him.

"I will leave this world. But these new sith will not benefit from my instruction. You know this."