His expression cleared—kinda ridiculous since this was, in its way, a worse subject. But one he had more successfully dealt with.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "My first years with my parents… the adopted ones… I hadn't figured out if they'd saved me from my homeworld or kidnapped me. Not speaking the same language at first… I didn't know there was a Republic corsair coming down that would have killed me if they'd left me there. I did know I left my sister and others behind without telling them goodbye. I know now, it probably killed them. It was complicated. So I kept running away and joining different groups, to fight the Republic, then the Empire. Or winding up in jail. But my parents kept finding me or saving me… or just taking me back. That meant everything."