"Foolish," she says, disgust in her voice, "you used to know better."

He should have retreated. He might have avoided her, found his way to Meetra. There is no long-term planning in it at all. Revan would have understood. Then again, Revan would have posed much more of a threat.

She doesn't bother contesting it. She lets him overinvest, extend himself towards that goal - and then simply aims her hand downwards, Force Lightning spreading outwards like a searing cloak across the ground.