"I have seen all histories that followed my entombment, but their names are unknown to me." The description given was enough to learn what he needed. "I know now what the Jedi are. The paralyzing, brittle light. It shatters too easily, as do these sith arrayed against it."

A roiling of defiance and contrary thought. "Do not mistake the surface for the depths." He had rejected the call of his followers to name him Sith'ari in the wake of Adas' fall. There was no place for him in this time, either. "I am a relic of their legends. An object to be coveted and enslaved. This I know--and it is why I will not extend trust you."