[Standing in the snow, on a side walk, learning ones history was a very strange thing indeed. There were so many questions flooding his brain so suddenly. What was she like? What was HE like? How did he fall so hard? Did he know what happened to her? He doubted it. Some of his questions he was sure the man couldn't answer.]

You once told me my father was the best star pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior. [and a good friend. He looked down to the snow, wondering still... what happened? What had the Emperor done to turn the man.] At the point you are from, are you still friends?