"Glorious isn't the word I'd use."

He's not sure he could boil it all down to a single word, even now that he's had years to try to come to grips with what'd happened. It's a complicated, snarled tangle of emotions - none of them positive - and all he can do whenever he thinks back to it is wish that it could have ended some other way. Any other way.

They agree on one thing, though, he supposes. That it cost far, far too much.

For a brief second, before he catches himself dwelling on it, Orren seems ... less, than he did a moment before. He looks tired. Then the moment passes and the Jedi Master returns.

"I can't see what lies ahead of us, but you won't have any shortages of 'challenges' to overcome." Orren says, turning back towards the cargo hold.

"But if Malachor truly was the end, and you can't go back to the way that things were, ... eventually you'll need to find something new."

Orren doesn't say anything more as he walks away, but there's an unspoken sentiment lingering behind him.

You'll need to find something new, otherwise, that emptiness will find you again.

And again.

And again.