Karkoon listened to the twisted and heart wrenching tale that was woven through the air like an ugly tapestry. So much travesty, pain, and loss. Every sentence was a new journey into the pits of darkness. There was nothing for him to say. It was becoming increasingly apparent that there was no wisdom, Jedi or otherwise, that could reach the dark place that Hal had fallen into. No. He corrected himself. He had not fallen. That implied a floor that fell out from under you. This was a place, dark and brooding, full of violence, that he had built around himself and now he could only see glimpses of the outside world through the cracks and bars of his new prison cell. It was more heartwrenching than the deaths of so many Jedi.

At least they died with their spirits intact. Untainted. Pure.

"I have.. much to reflect on. If you would excuse me. I must meditate."