...this is. Her brain just kind of stops. Confused, uncomprehending, not moving forward.

He pauses, folding his hands in front of himself. He appears to be giving her time to think, or at least to set aside what he'd told her for now. 

She literally can't think through that. She sets it aside to try to shift through never later.

"Where are you?" she asks instead.

He nods, "You're wondering where I am. I cannot tell you that yet; you are needed where you are, more than you are needed by me. Further, were you to seek me out now, there are those who would follow you through no fault of your own. Should they discover where I have gone, and meet our enemies here, the results would be disastrous." 

"I don't understand why they're seeking me out, or how they know I'm alive. I've been off the grid for twenty years. I can understand how you would know I'm alive, but everyone else..."

"Yes, unfortunately, I am not the only one from your past who has sought you out. At least two others, whom I know of, have kept track of your movements over the years of your exile. My old Master is one of these; you may have already met her. If so, I would remind you to be wary of her. While she is a skilled combatant, and wise in the ways of the Force, she remains a creature of great ambition. Listen to her words, yet take what she tells you with caution. Think it through. She will respect you better for it, and you will be better off." 

Sharra can't help but look in the direction of the other woman, frowning.

"Well, at least you're not telling me to run away screaming." Hm. "She kept track of me because of my connection to you? That seems... unlikely." Why unlikely? Rhae - Revan - was one of, if not the most powerful Force user in the galaxy, or at least this corner of it. But. Hm. "I'll be mindful, master."

"The other is very much a figure from your past, and an unpleasant chapter of it. Atris, master of the archives at the temple on Coruscant, has watched your movements for some time now. I do not know her motivations; she is a strange one. I sensed deep emotion within her, though she held back in my presence. Many Jedi must regulate themselves carefully in my presence, however, so I cannot draw many conclusions." 

Oh. Atris. Ugh. Complicated emotions. Complicated memories.

"...I suppose that makes sense. She always did have a weird thing for me." Understatement.

"Perhaps she is still bitter that I took you for my Padawan before she could make her bid." 

He smiles, not a little smugly.

"At any rate, I am sure she will appear sooner or later, and I cannot offer you any advice there."

Sigh. Deep deep sigh.

"Seems likely she told the Republic where I was... which doubtlessly leaked to the... Sith," she says the last with a face. "Sith, master? You."

He sighs.

"I still do not know what I was thinking. That is, I know what took me on this journey the first time, but not what occurred that I returned a conqueror. A Sith. I am not sure I will ever know. My memories of the years I was fallen are lost to me.

"I am sorry to have shamed you this way." 

Does she feel shamed? She's hardly had time to processes the last - however long it's been. But this.

Furious. Guilty. Terrified. A deep longing and loneliness. Emptiness. She hasn't felt the presence of her master in so long. She should have known.

And shame? Yes. She's ashamed of him.

She can't stop the tears that fall.

"I miss you."

His expression softens.

"In time, you will know how to find me. You will regain your skill, and be strong enough once again to face the enemies I have found here, past the edges of known space. I have every faith in your tenacity." 

She doesn't believe it. Even when she has so much faith in him and his words and he's always right. Always been a beacon of truth in her head. Up on his pedestal. His throne. This is. He's wrong.

"I'll try. If you need me. Always."

He reaches out to her, as though to touch, "When my memories were taken from me, and I had to begin anew, it was my bond with the woman who has since become my wife, and the support of friends I made throughout my journey, which made my training possible. I encourage you to look for similar bonds. This was always your greatest strength, after all."

She closes her eyes, and images she feels his touch. And thinks of Atton.

"I don't think it's quite that simple, master. I'm not as socialised as I used to be," she says, a little wry.

"Have faith, Padawan. All will be well." 

She feels him. Padawan.

"You keep forgetting the promotion you gave me."

He chuckles, "You will see me again soon, my Padawan. The Force is with you." 

The holoimage flickers off. 

<Friend Jedi made many holos!> T3 chirps at her. 

"He always did like the sound of his own voice."

Amused deet! 

<Friend make food now?>

Right. She looks down at her haul of foodstuffs.

"Better. Atton may be upset now, but if I don't feed him he'll start ripping off pieces of the hull with his teeth."