"Yes, you could have," Revan insists, leaning in, her speech pitched only for Orren's ears even among the noise of a crowded restaurant. "We always have choices. You could have washed your hands of the Order, of--" her voice hitches the tiniest amount, unnoticeable to someone not paying careful attention, "--me, and you didn't. The right thing doesn't just happen. Someone has to make a choice and see it through."