For how eager Merrin seems to be in taking in what she can of the temple, Cal wishes he could have shown her in person, although he has to wonder if the Jedi might have had objections. Were the Nightsisters known back then? He can't help but wonder, though he supposes those are answers he won't be able to find out.

Memories of the past will always be bittersweet for the reminders they bring with them, but Cal doesn't shy away from speaking about them. He looks at the temple's projected image, remembering walking those steps, the initial anxiety he'd felt when Master Kenobi had requested they all meet there once he'd spoken with the current Council.

"It was more difficult once I became a padawan," he admits, smiling that half-smile again as he leans against the counter. "I caught on pretty quick with basic training. Under Master Tapal, he'd have me pushing myself to learn how to do things." Those lessons had been painful sometimes, but he can't say they hadn't helped him out in the long-run. He ran his fingers through his hair in that anxious need to do something with his hands, laughing dryly.

"I don't know how many masters had their padawans strung upside-down with their lightsaber several feet out of reach below them. Or had them standing on a platform while he flung a big sphere at you to learn how to deflect it through the Force."