[It doesn't quite get a laugh, but he certainly sounds amused enough at the Order being so succinctly dismissed when he's been saying much of the same for years. The conviction is similar, but the reasoning and the experience coloring it is new.]

You think you can get through to them better, be my guest. I've been trying to tell them that--well, some of it--for thirteen years.

[A pause, and he finds himself thinking back to Mortis, and all that transpired there in the interest of "balance." It doesn't seem all that unreasonable to find that there are schools of the Force, or beliefs, or whatever this is, that the Council in all its "infinite" wisdom doesn't know about. Or refuses to talk about. That would require someone there to admit they've been wrong.

But of course, it had to take being stuck in an unfamiliar galaxy to see it.]

So how does it work--for you? Guarding this temple?