Cal chuckled dryly at the correction, conceding the point with a nod. "Can't rule well, I should have clarified." The points given were the ones he expected, and yet it just seemed to underline the pointlessness. At least one Sith could see the futility of it.

"Agreed," he said. He imagined it wouldn't be an easy road for Altair, but if the Sith was willing to work at it, Cal believed he'd be able to pull it off.

A wry smile tugged at his face then. "I don't know that I should touch anything. It feels like I'm intruding." He looked around at the rest of the space, at the various items around. His eyes fell upon the broken droid over by the throne, but his attention kept being drawn back towards the open sarcophagus.