What happened to you? she asked. A good question. Very good indeed. The sad thing was only that he never intended to present her with an answer to this particular enquery.
"What happened to me is the same that happened to millions of soldiers throughout the galaxy."
The truth was always a question of perspective, never of whole fact. Thoughts, that spoke of this old and ingrained knowledge inside of him, reminded him of his definitely long dead former master.
"Defective material needed to be replaced to ensure a continued... command structure." And if that wasn't a new definition for lie, nothing else is.