He glowers quietly for a moment, considering the dark ages of technology where abominable intelligences ruled humanity, reducing them to little more than flesh-slaves.

"But what makes a sapient being worth sparing? I understand an honor-debt better than most, I would imagine, but..." He doesn't finish the thought. So many of the xenos societies he have seen were so utterly abhorrent, with the only exception being the interex, and even that was spoiled by the treachery of Erebus. His bitterness is clear for a Jedi to read, not an emanation of the darkside inasmuch as a wave of psychic pain as he remembers a war by moonlight.