He covers her hand with his, presses it into his jaw, while hoping that it's still early enough that stubble hasn't started appearing, his mouth opening slightly to catch the side of her thumb against his lips.

"I've made many mistakes," he says after a moment's thought. "Let my judgement become clouded, walked too close to the Dark side on a lot of occasions. We all did, and that led to our downfall.

"I'm trying to find a clearer path now, but attachment to duty is still attachment, and if I make a mistake the Galaxy could be lost."

He lets her hand go, turning away in order to pick up another piece of meat, which he just looks at.

"He's my brother, and that still clouds everything. How do I know this is thhe right path?"