Rezara fell into deep thought. In her musings, she somehow envisioned an imperious Sith lady with a leash.
"We are all going to die," thought the Lady of the Crimson Blade.
"Any action we take could be either a success or a failure," Rezara remarked grimly. "It seems we will have to meet the returned Deus in person and ask him questions face to face. It is dangerous, but now danger lurks everywhere for us."
Deus could easily have killed them, bent them to his will, or deceived them, but something had to be done, didn't it?