"For whatever it may be worth, you seem to have managed. I've seen worse, at least. Skotia was more machine than man when I put him down."

Scarring, after all, was absurdly common. As were cybernetic parts and mechanical prosthetics. Or just the inevitable decay that came from being too steeped on the dark side for too long.

Her question does give him pause though. It's one of the things he'd been trying not to think about too hard or too often. There was hardly any sense of overwhelming guilt at hiding away here- well, maybe a little- but more often than not it just ended up infuriating him.

"A cage is still a cage, no matter the amenities."

It's a blunt answer, but an honest one. There may have been a whole planet for them to wander, but he was used to entire systems. To say nothing of the massive technological leap backward he had to deal with on a regular basis. And then there was the vastly different set of laws at work. That you were encouraged not to kill anyone causing trouble and were in fact punished for doing so is something he'd need to spend years trying to get used to.


"But the two Jedi I know of here are at least an improvement. And what about you? How are you enjoying your compulsory stay on this particular world?"