It was fine. Generally he was a very unlikable person, and frankly Starkiller didn't care. He just was use to being alone, so why bother being anything else. Probably left the reason he so readily invaded other people's mental space, but also his lack of care on conversations.
"It's a weapon only handed out to those trained specifically in the combat form." Starkiller paused shifting his weight, still not opening his eyes and looking to her. "I happen to know all the forms." He shrugged as if it didn't particularly matter. "As part of your training you build one of your own."
Starkiller opened an eye glancing to the woman. It was an interesting thing to think of, was he his slave? No. This was the relationship they had. "My master took me in at a very young age, and trained me. I am his apprentice." Starkiller looked at the weapon he was holding and then back to the woman. He could show her. What difference would it be. With a light sigh, he shifted his weight and stood up. "C'mere." Starkiller urged her to stand. "I'll show you."
"Had." Starkiller pointed. "Though you can find your purpose in many places. Just a matter of looking." There was a shrug. His purpose was to venture back to where he belonged. That was it.