The more Mara kept him from quickly seeking blood, the harder it was for Galen to keep hold of it. He stared at his mentor, his mask of anger cracking. "He made her do his bidding all for some petty issue he had with that other woman who looks like her. And because of that her safety is threatened." His hands clenched and unclenched as he stared at Mara. "I won't lose her too..." he said, the emotion thick in his voice.
He bowed his head, composing his thoughts before he looked back up at Mara. "Please move Mara. I would have words with Moriarty's remaining men." His hand slowly moved to rest on his saber and he looked at Mara. "Words will not sway me from my course." It was almost as if he wanted her to fight him, to keep him from killing in anger. Galen's mind and emotions were a tempest swirling in him and it was clear he didn't know what he wanted.