Stopping, Galen leaned on his cart. "Do you feel put out, Weiss?" He asked, not actually wanting an answer. "Here is your reality," He gestured with his hand. "This is it. Regardless if you like it or not, want it or not, ready for it or not." Galen was annoyed, but that was par for the course. He was just easily annoyed. "This is just the reality of the situation and you just have to make what you can with it. We all come from somewhere being in the middle of something." He pointed at her. "That master of mine, also is the one who stabbed me in my back," He lifted his shirt to reveal the opposite side of the scarred over wound from the lightsaber going clear through him. "And then jettisoned me into space. Cold, dark, space." He said. "Some of us are here because they're dead - and some of us are brought here amidst a war."
Growling annoyed he turned from her. "So yes. You may be gone tomorrow, but who says you're going back to where you came from." He snapped. "Some of us have lost people here because they just suddenly vanished one day." Which was too many for Galen. Barbara especially hurt.
"Now if you're just going to whine about it, go back through the door, if not get supplies and do your part." For being so selfish, he was surprisingly pro-Starklandia.