He continued to stand his ground even as the wolf approached, although her laugh did not fail to make a chill run down his spine. There was something dark, almost ominous to it, and he didn't like it. Probably because it reminded him of what happened that time, back in the bowels of Coruscant, when he'd called upon the dark side of the Force in his rage...

He hesitated at Valdis' question; not because the direction of their conversation made him uncomfortable, but because of the sharp ache that wormed its way into his chest. He glanced away for a moment, averting his gaze to the spirit lantern, before turning back to her. "My brother," he finally answered, his voice becoming as quiet as the parading phantoms — but it was a silence that spoke volumes. "I just want to... apologize."