"I don't know, I get told 'Well done, my apprentice' quite a lot," he drawls, only making the vaguest attempt to imitate Baras' voice before taking a long drink. You know, he'd be quite alright with hearing well done, my apprentice for the next hundred years, if Baras wasn't a paranoid fool who was definitely planning on killing him within the next five years at most.

"Turns out, the power of not giving a shit about the establishment is pretty damn strong. It certainly scares the skirts off most Sith." Which was fun. Yes, he wasn't a fan of getting marked for death, but scandalizing the upper class was great.

"Oh, everyone's covering for some failing or another, but that's not unique to us." Isn't that right, extremely frustrated Jedi?

"Do you have a master, or whatever they call themselves over there?"