"Oh, great, he's run right into another fire, huh? Of course he has. And of course we're going into it eventually, aren't we? You know I'm just a pilot, right? Half decent security goon? Slicer?" He makes a face as he lists the skills she knows he has. 

"I know who you are, Atton. I know you could have gotten rid of me and been halfway across the galaxy before I could blink twice."

"I wouldn't do that to you." 

She moves herself over to his lap and wraps around him. Pulls him close against her chest.

He wraps his arms around her waist, as his face goes directly into her cleavage.

He pulls back a bit, after a moment.

"Look, I- they trained me as a- a killer. A Jedi killer. I was good at it. I was really good at it." His eyes are still on her cleavage! This is safer than eye-contact. "But I'm not that, not anymore. I'm just- a guy. With some skills." 

Sharra. Doesn't move. Processing.

"They being... the Sith? Revan's." His words from earlier, echoing. "Revan himself."

"Yeah."

She thinks maybe her brain is overloaded with everything that she's learned today.

"-I was with the army, you know, during the Mandalorian wars. I was in training, when Malachor V happened. Never really did any fighting then. Then- then Revan and Malak went off, and when they came back it was all- I. Don't know how to describe it. It was like, it didn't matter what he asked us to do, anymore. He'd always led us right before, you know? If he said the Republic needed conquering, then, well... He called, we came."

"...yes." If he had asked, she would have done whatever. Did.

He nods, relief tinging his nearly frantic exposition.

"So you know, it was- when I got recommended for special training, it was an honour. And- he wasn't really training us himself, but he watched, sometimes. Kept up with our progress. I was in the first cohort," he adds, shame and pride warring within him, "I was the best of the first cohort. He couldn't even tell I was there." 

She licks her lips, and reaches up to run her fingers through his hair.

"You... shielded your thoughts? Your presence."

"Yeah. It's my signature skill. A Jedi can walk right by me while I'm lining up a shot, and have no idea I'm going to kill them. All they'll hear is- snatches of conversation from nearby, some gamblers in the canteen counting cards, maybe some lustful thoughts. Be what they expect, and you become invisible." 

...Sharra nods. She can understand that. "I've heard of it before. It was a lesson Rhae brought up, as a thought experiment."

"Hah. Guess he upgraded it to a real experiment, then."

He tilts his head back some more, still avoiding her eyes, though his gaze lingers on her face.

"I killed a lot of Jedi, with that skill. Did worse to them, too." 

Her fingers find his jaw and she watches their progress.

"People I knew," she adds.

"Probably. Some of them were Jedi who left after the war. Revan wanted... It all came down to the Jedi, you know? Soldiers could kill each other, they could bombard planets to their death, but if the Jedi still fought us it didn't matter. Revan knew that. So we targeted Jedi, to kill them, and- to turn them. If we could make them see our point of view, then we'd get one more on our side, and one more off theirs." 

She hates that she can see his logic. The logic behind all of Rhae - Revan's plans and strategies. She doesn't understand how he got there. But once he's there everything just makes sense.

"You can't truly kill the Jedi. Not when there's a light of hope still lit. Turning them though..." Yeah.

"They're persistent. And even then- they've got their tricks. I." 

- she presses her face against his cheek. Just holding him.

"You left," she prompts, after a long moment.

"Yeah, I left."

"Because... of a Jedi's tricks."