Leia Organa // Galen Marek
"There's no need to treat me as if I'm fragile." She murmured, not so much defensively, nor was it a rebuke, she didn't have the energy; but a reminder. "I've seen much worse-." No matter what she saw, there would be never be anything, as devastating, or traumatic as the watching the destruction of Alderaan. Nothing else could be as senseless and destructive.
There was a part of it that wasn't unfamiliar, Leia didn't seek combat or soak in violence; but they were impossible to avoid in war. She had no second thought about destroying the first, or the second Death Star, she'd rarely hesitated firing a weapon. It wasn't a pleasure, but her battles were fought with fires stocked by the destruction of Alderaan, refusing to hold back and doing what she had to, for the rebellion made their sacrifice mean something - sometimes that was all she had.
"It's the pain." Leia reminded, an explanation why she likely looked as unwell as she felt at this point. She wanted to remind him her legs were just fine as he insisted on taking some of her weight - but admittedly she was starting to feel light-headed. Shock did these things, sometimes. The quicker they got to the doors the better.
"Sometimes, violence is unavoidable. But, no one is bred into it." It wasn't dismissive, nor rejecting the life he'd been stolen and thrown into. It was a statement, a thought; violence was learned, it was absorbed, for some it was a way of life. A terrible, unfair way of life in Starkiller's case and it was - a part of him. But, Galen had also seen what he'd been born to, originally - it might seem barely part of who he was now, but there was no denying it.