I like purple was never a sentence he thought he would hear coming from another Sith's mouth. It was so outrageous and so outside of any Sith that he had met that he just stared for a long moment. "You're strange," he finally came up with, shaking his horned head a little in disbelief. Old Sith had far more of a sense of humor than he would have thought.

"I suppose," he replied, not finding pleasure in much company. "You may want to consider summoning your Omen. It will be your guide and can communicate with the network."