Bail considered the question for a moment and then shook his head. "We don't need to go into all of the details. Suffice it to say, as strange and, at times difficult, as the current situation is, it is better than my alternative." Though he did miss his wife and other people who were not here. Here he wasn't dead. It was strange at times to consider that, to really know if this was better or worse than what was to come. He could leave here at any moment and be returned to his trip back to Alderaan, where he was, probably, days or hours away from its destruction.
"I have tried to look at being here as a gift," he continued. "Or at the least a second chance." He took a drink, slow and steady, the alcohol hitting his tongue and searing his throat, but in a good way. "Or perhaps simply and extension of my life." Something, he didn't add, that he would not have been able to do otherwise.