Galen had learned things. Kenobi took him in for a moment to allow him to re-straighten himself out. That night, Starkiller slept for a solid fourteen hours. The first time in how long where he slept more than a few hours at a time. Then some meditation and focusing on himself, Galen finally felt confident that he could go back to his home. He was going to have to take Barbara's suggestion and get some furniture.
When he got back, he glanced at the banner longingly - despite his past experiences with the clothe on the wall. The symbol of his father staring back at him. Pulling out his commuication device, Galen messaged wtih Leia for a minute. Kenobi knew, but the ex-sith knew he had to share it with the princess. It felt right. Their connections to Vader were wide and different, but the thing they were connected on was their pain from the man.
When he stopped talking to her, he waited. Something told him she'd come, but he wasn't sure when or truly. Then he felt her. As if she called out to him, his head looked over to her where she standing looking in. "Come in." Galen nudged his head to the door that had seen better days. While she came around, he nudged at the banner before him. "This is my father's it turns out and my family crest." Starkiller looked to the woman. "And my actual name is Galen Marek."