They nicknamed you an 'Inquisitor' because of the way you aggressively hunted down Jedi. Your pain— a result of being betrayed, captured, and tortured to near death —led to you becoming so well-versed in the dark side.

Your Master had all but abandoned you when the moment arose, using your capture as a way to escape, rather than fight to the death or be captured alongside you. The betrayal had wounded you so deeply that the Sith Lord who captured you gave you a choice.

Live as a Sith, or die as a Jedi.

In fear, you'd chosen life as a Sith, thus marking the beginning of your vengeful path. Marr had heard about you countless times, though he'd never encountered you until now, seeing as he didn't spend much time in Kaas City. He didn't expect you to be a staunch believer in opening the Council to different species, which is why he was fascinated with your outspoken demeanor.

Normally, the Dark Council would shut him down whenever he brought up the controversial topic, but they seemed to listen to you. Or, at the very least, not give you dirty glares like you were a hot pile of steaming bantha poodoo.

Marr thinks it's because of your rage-everyone could feel it in the room —and it was almost suffocating to sit through. He wondered if you even knew how to control yourself, but he didn't hesitate to follow after you once the meeting with the Dark Council was over.

"You're different than the others." He calls out to you, watching as you stop and turn your head to look at him. "I've not met a non-councilmember who believed in allowing other species to join the Sith." Marr wanted to know more about you, despite his usual disinterest in the councilmembers, outside of politics.