[It certainly seemed savage when he remembered it. Hiding from an entire empire that wished him dead, living in isolation on a barren desert rock, trying to protect his dearest friend's son- from that same friend, who would kill him and do far worse to the son if he found them.

Dismembering that same friend in self-defense. Watching him burn.

There was nothing civil left in the galaxy he left behind. He felt it burn with Anakin's flesh.]

"Perhaps you are right. There is some comfort in the knowledge that, ultimately, I will be successful, as Luke's survival and status attests."