Friste contorts his smug expression into a sneer.
"I could still change my mind, Xavier. Don't think I didn't note that you do not have your lightsaber."
He reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a lightsaber, newly designed with a hooked hilt, as opposed to the customary cylinder of most lightsabers. He presses the activator, allowing a red shaft of energy to jump from the weapon.
"You are nothing without your lightsaber, Xavier. I have you at my mercy at all times. Remember that."
Friste deactivates the weapon and conceals it once more. He does the same with his face, repositioning the breath mask and the red goggles. And then he takes his leave.
This certainly changes things, Xavier. The Council presumed that he had perished when they sent you on this mission; they did not expect him to be working for your enemies. Somehow you think this a bit foolish on their part, but you knew his character better than they did, perhaps.