The conflicted Jedi closed her eyes, and then opened them slowly.

"Yes," she began. "I have already told you of the deep sorrow that I feel
concerning what I did at Malachor V. As Master Vash said, I slaughtered
thousands upon thousands, and there is a wound in my soul that I can't
heal. When I turned to the Dark Side, I not only betrayed the Jedi Council
and the Jedi Code, but also my own nature. I was not born a cold-blooded
killer, and neither will I die one. Whatever happens to me after this, I vow
not to embrace the ways of the Sith again. They have almost destroyed me.

"Some, such as you, Master Atris, would argue I'm beyond redemption. Perhaps
this is so, and I've refused to acknowledge this. However, you believed that
Revan was able to be saved, even though he was Dark Lord of the Sith at
the time you took him into custody. I'd like to walk a path of atonement
from now on, as Revan did, and I give my thanks to Vrook for suggesting it.

"Masters, you seem to agree that some form of banishment for me is
necessary. I will never return to seek revenge upon you, but only to
see if I may serve the galaxy again. Trust is not something that's
easily restored once it's broken, and maybe it's for the best if we
spent a long time apart. Once again, I'm sorry, for everything, and
may you all find it in your hearts to forgive me...someday."

Master Vash nodded sternly, and then pronounced sentence. "You are exiled."

"One more thing," mentioned Master Kavar. "Your lightsaber. Surrender it to us."

Tysyacha stepped forward, and in a bold gesture that the Masters misread
as defiance, she thrust her gleaming silver saberstaff into the center stone
of the Jedi Council chamber. Without another word, she bowed, turned, and left.

Konyets (The End)