Dark Lord Revan? Cal wasn't sure he heard that name before. Maybe he had read it once before? A long time ago, when he was a child. When he was a young Padawan. But try as he might, the name just didn't conjure up any memories. He thought back to times he would spend trying to study when the Jedi weren't in hiding. The serenity of those places were deeply missed but he also knew he had to let go of the past. It was never easy. Nothing was.
When Kytana showed him the scars on the back of her neck, he felt some empathy. Cal carried his own scars, some of them clearly on his face. Scars he had carried since the clone wars. They had both gone through a great deal it seemed. She had shown no hostility to him. He had to try and keep an open mind. If the path of the Jedi were to shift from the Order to something new, then so did his thinking.
"But what?" he asked curiously. BD-1 leaned in a little as well, seemingly just as curious as Cal was.