Jocasta immediatly rose up, appearing slighly shaken. Immediatly she removed her pack and produced a long, black robe. “Here.” She said firmly as she tossed it to Revan, trying vainly to appear unshaken.
“Thank you, child.” Revan replied, as he slipped the robe on.
“There’s one more thing…”, Jocasta held the helmet out before her, a smug smile on her face.Curiously Revan reached out, touching the helm. As he did a slight smile appeared as memories flooded over him. Then his hand brushed Jocastas. Revan paused, his hand lingering on hers, momentarily. His benign smile seemed to fade and his hands trembled. He seemed tos tare off into oblivion, lost.
“What is it?” Jocasta asked. At the sound of her voice, Revan snapped back to attention. Regaining his composure, His smile returned. “I haven’t felt the touch of another in so long.” Revan took the helmet from Jocasta, and regarded it sentamentally. “I thought it lost.”
Revan Placed the helm on his head, then pulled the hood of the robe up over it. For the first time in thousands of years, he felt complete.
Finally, Revan acknowledged Terran. Regarding the young man before him, Revan spoke: “Though my eyes fail me at the moment, I can see the force is strong in you. I’ve only seen so much power in one other. Tell me, child, what is your name?”