Mediating hadn’t brought him peace of mind nor had it pointed him in the direction of what to do next. Violence and destruction had always been a way of life for him, but what he had witnessed since reawakening had left him feeling scattered. He wanted to help the rebel alliance - to be the type of person that they needed to fight on their side. The problem was that he felt so behind. Caught up in everything he had missed since his death, the fire to fight for something, and not just to fight, hadn’t yet returned.
With his hood covering most of his face, Galen felt hidden - like he was part of the shadows he so often blended in with - but he could still feel a pair of eyes on him. “Do you need something?” he asked, not unkindly, although it was far from an invitation to actually ask for something. // @fearlessskywalker