Hating the Empire, getting revenge. It’s all I ever thought about. But I never did anything about it. I mean, I realised there was nothing I could do. It made me feel hollow, alone. And then I’d miss my brother. I’d say stuff like “I’m gonna be a sky pirate”… or some other stupid thing. Just anything to keep my mind off it. I was running away. I needed to get away from his death. That’s why I followed you. I’m ready to find my purpose. To find some real answers, some reasons. If I stick with you, I think I will.