So it was control they wanted? Now Damian was starting to understand them. This First Order seemed like competition, but the main enemy were the Resistance. First, they needed to take care of the Resistance, then they would turn their aggression to the First Order. Through likely careful planning, they would take control of the Galaxy and dominate throughout it, crushing any other resistance they met. In stories, something like this would seem like a fairy tale. However...
"The First Order, the Resistance, and the Knights of Ren do not matter to me. No matter what enemy stands before me, and no matter what goal they may have, I will always cut them down without hesitation. None of that matters."
Finally, Damian sat down. He got into a relaxed stance, raising one foot up to set it on the table.
"You say that you can make me greater, but how great is greater? To what extent can this... Force give me strength?" He turned his eyes to Darth Macaria. "She has already shown me her power, but I have yet to see anything from you. Surely, a thousand-year-old man would have lived long enough to reach the apex of his strength?"
Damian spoke almost aggressively as if he was challenging Exar. In truth, he wanted to see the type of power Exar held. What could this man do that was so special? What about this man made it worth Damian following or giving up his life for? Already, he had decided that Darth Macaria had more than enough good qualities to follow, but she worked under Exar, and Damian refused to work for anyone who did not have the strength to earn his devotion. He did it with that pathetic master of his', and he would never do it again.