"Never been very good at philosophy," Din admitted of himself, big thoughts were the sort of thing that other people did. His focus had always been on the next job, and then the next, and so on. Things had been changing recently, even before he ended up here. His path had gotten complicated in a way that left Din uncertain he'd ever made it back to the steady certainty of the path he'd been on once before.
But this place was entirely removed from that reality. And in truth he'd been thinking about why he was still wearing the helmet, after all he'd allowed Luke to see his face here. Did it matter if he continued to wear it or not?
He considered a while longer, looking out over the water, before he reached up and lifted the helmet from his head, tucking it under his arm. "Do you really think you should be counted among the dead?" He asked her.