Leia Organa // Galen Marek
At points, he was Galen was naturally brutal for brutality sake. The young man was dark in his soul, molded around violence and combat. The capability of his forms were insane, that he just seemed to fall onto Juyo mainly for the aggressiveness behind it. The brutal nature of the love of combat.
Though despite the violence that they were leaving behind, his focus was on Leia and her injuries. She wasn't looking good, and Galen felt an air of uneasiness coming from her. "Leia," He sighed at her. "You should not have watched." He commented about what he did. "That wasn't something for your eyes." At this point, he put Leia's good arm around him so he could help her walk more easily towards where the doors were. "What you saw is something people not bred into violence should not witness." Galen almost sounded sad that she saw the true him, but it was him, the real him. The real him was brutal and reveled in combat and violence.