As much as no confirmation seems to be necessary at this point, even Merrin's refusal to admit as much still serves to prove it. Cal isn't the sort to rub such things in people's faces, but his smile is faint as he watches her turn her eyes away.

He pushes onto his hands, still leaning at the edge of the worktable once Merrin indulges him with an answer. With the other things she'd said and the circumstances, Cal figures he must have repaired his lightsaber and returned to Dathomir. It was the only place left that had an astrium. A path forward. She'd told him he'd said that to her. So he'd found his own path forward, come back to continue what he'd started.

"It isn't," he nods. "Thanks for giving me a second chance."