"Reservations," she repeats, a cold anger in her voice. "Where were your reservations when Atris chose me as scapegoat for Revan? When the Council cast me aside? Were were your reservations, your principles then? They betrayed me time and again, and all you had were reservations about my teachings. Blindness worse than mine, by far."

Oh, it undoubtedly - but betrayed as she had been had unlocked potential even she had never known. A red lightsaber is suddenly in her hand, then, her one remaining hand.

"I gave everything to the Order, and was betrayed. And now they will learn a final lesson in their folly. In what it means to be betrayed in turn."