"No, I suppose it wouldn't any longer." The Temple had been Anakin's home for many years, but he had forsaken it. He had killed the innocent and defenseless inside its hallowed walls. He had given up everything that had made him a Jedi and made the Temple a welcome place for him. He had defiled the place through his unforgivable actions.

Still, it pained him to think of Anakin at all, to think of the brother he had lost, all of the suffering.

Especially because what Ferus described sounded so like it was set in the old Anakin, the one he'd cared for. A disturbing remnant of the goodhearted boy who had been destroyed by the Sith. Twisted into something cruel and unusual, an action chosen out of spite.

He wasn't sure what to say for a moment, but finally his answer was two-fold: "I am glad that you are here now, Ferus."