Vader. His blood ran colder, still. It had been his own apprentice that was training this Sith. Of course, it had. "And you say your master stabbed you in the back?" Sadly, he was no longer surprised by such a fact.
Ben looked down, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders for it all.
"Starkiller. It...is good to meet you." He looked up at the man. Boy. The boy was no older than Luke and Leia. "There is not much here, but I can help you find a place to rest. Are you still injured?"