He was always so good at picking apart words like that. A skill that, had he been born to be anything other than a Jedi, could have been used to raise nations. Instead, it stands in her way. Thus, the vicissitudes of fate.

"Both, as it happens. But I advise you to heed me now, unlike in your youth. I am not just the...what was it, you and Revan called me? When you assumed I was too addled by advancing years and half-madness to hear?"