[ something distant and uncomfortable flits across his expression and is shuttered away again, so quick it'd be easy to miss. ]
I'm not precisely the sort of man one should admire.
[ not given his background, what he's done. though he supposes he can see someone looking at him as an example of someone who'd shed conventional wisdom about the force and the light and dark side, forged his own path somewhere in the middle.
he shakes his head, lifts his glass to take a sip, wincing again faintly. ] Your uncle was your teacher?
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I'm not precisely the sort of man one should admire.
[ not given his background, what he's done. though he supposes he can see someone looking at him as an example of someone who'd shed conventional wisdom about the force and the light and dark side, forged his own path somewhere in the middle.
he shakes his head, lifts his glass to take a sip, wincing again faintly. ] Your uncle was your teacher?