Galen was no fool. He knew everyone died. But it hadn't been until coming here that he had truly begun to care. And when Astor had first left, it had hurt more than he had realized. She had been a good kid and Galen had become fond of her company but then the Seal had ripped her away. Yes, she had been returned home but that didn't stop the pain he felt. He listened as Mara spoke about living and enjoying life and not fearing death.
But then she was talking about her own history and challenges and he listened in rapt attention. Hearing what she said about the Emperor, the command he had given her upon his death (something he was internally cheering) and then overcoming that to forge her own way in the galaxy and in life, he nodded.
"I"m not entirely sure what I want to be outside a better man than what Vader tried to make me." He glanced at Mara. "Part of me wants to try to be a Jedi, to prove to Vader that I can overcome the Dark side but..." He looked down. "I've killed Jedi before. How could I even think about bearing the title of Jedi when I once killed them?" He shook his head. "It doesn't seem right if I were to do that." He stayed silent a few more moments before leaning his head back against the building.
"Part of me just wants to be Gaia's champion..." he murmured quietly.