- [Arms still folded across his chest, the vision of Revan would begin to pace back and forth, slowly and deliberately.

The background noise of Coruscant continued on, oblivious to the presence of the ancient one.]

- to relentlessly strip bare her philosophies.]

“So far all you have done is mock my appearance, and while that may be an efficient ploy in this day and age, I am afraid it does nothing to me.

There is conflict in you, something that the Jedi have done. Resentment is abound in your mind.”-

- in its use. Beware of misguided emotions.”

[He would take another step forward, arms crossing in front of his chest. This is exactly what he had intended, and the ancient one would continue on this way.]

- Revan could feel this, and decided to capitalize upon it.]

“Tell me, how do you deal with your anger? I can sense it within you, it screams to be released. It is unwise to keep these feelings inside of yourself.

It can be a powerful tool, if used properly, though you appear to be misguided-

- For his goal with anyone he met who could wield the force was to breach that innermost core of them.]

“Enough of this. I wish to test your power myself. Come seek me out, so that we may speak face to face. Use your training to find me.”

- your master did not teach you patience as well as he should have.

As for modesty, that is a quality for those who find themselves unable to achieve greatness. Surely you can see that?”

[He was taunting her now, prodding for a weakness in her logic. Surely there would be a crack somewhere.-

- the various possibilities.]

“You have power, but how much of it is ever truly on display? The teachings of your masters limits you, pushes you down.”