"Oh, they are. So upon admittance into the academy, the prospective students are thrown into a competition with all of their peers. Only one among the group may become a sith. Then, they turn all of their prospective students loose, with little to no training, and tell them to go do things to gain 'prestige.' That is, proof that you are worthy of being sith. The, mm, most common way was to raid old, very deadly tombs of past sith lords. And to kill your competition. That sort of thing - 'go do something dangerous, you have zero training, you are expected to win anyway, and forget about making alliances.'"
"It gets better. I'm not kidding, it does. So, I am, uh, myself. At this place. I redeem some people, I kill some people, I raid some tombs, I reprogram a droid that wanted to live in peace so it wouldn't kill people that it didn't want to. I have a soft spot for droids, it was very polite, I couldn't help but help it out. Anyway - so I defeat my competition. I get told to go on a trip to the Tomb of Naga Sadow for my final test, lucky me. I succeed at that, too, which involved fighting two giant Force-resistant beasts alone, which sucked. After, when I have completed the 'test' and found my star map, I go to leave, and... The master of the academy shows up. And then tells me to kill his apprentice."
"You and me both. I killed him, defeated the apprentice, and then asked very nicely if she would like to stop being a part of an organization that was obviously going to kill itself off in under a decade. She accepted, went on her merry way. I walked out and that is when the students thought it would be a good idea to attack me." He smiles a very smug smile. "That went as well as expected."
He looks anything but heartbroken.
"I liked your fight with the asshole who summoned us, by the way."
He wonders, idly, what the sleeping situation is going to be. For completely innocent reasons, of course. There are a number of minion beds, but the vampire's bed is certainly large enough for two. Coincidentally.
Hrm. How exhausted is he, exactly? ... Pretty damn exhausted, he's running off of the Force, willpower, and being accustomed to this sort of bone-deep weariness. Is he too exhausted to maybe pursue this train of thought? Hmmm. Hmmmm. Possibly not.
"What's the sleeping situation going to be like?" muses Revan. "You should likely get the vampire's bed, because safety, but I don't know if you want me nearby," or very nearby, "or up in a minion's room."
"...With considerable regret, I think I'm going to have to say 'not nearby'."
He stands, and holds out his arms in the offer of 'hug?'
The corpselike temperature probably isn't a surprise. The corpselike stillness might be.
Human contact is terrifying, but substantially because it is so nice. He does not regret this course of action.
Hug!
For a former sith lord, he's surprisingly good at hugging. You might think it would be awkward, but no, he's just going to hold Mark like it's the most ordinary thing in the world. Hugs aren't weird. Anyone who thinks otherwise can shove a lightsaber in an orifice of their choice.
It is consequently hard to tell when he relaxes. Unless you happen to be reading his emotional state directly.
"Thanks," he says. Oh, has he been forgetting to breathe this whole time? Yes, apparently he has.
"Now, I hope you don't take it personally, but I am still on my feet entirely by willpower and liberal use of the Force." Funny, he barely shows it. "I am going to go find the minion bed I hate the least and collapse in it for, hmm, ten hours, if there are no objections."
And off he goes to be dead to the world.