"I'm sorry," he replied, and genuinely meant it, even if he wasn't sure what was going on. His gaze flicked briefly to the young man's side, noting the lightsaber at his side (a very strange one at that), and surprised he wasn't reaching for it, considering the rage that was threatening to explode from him any second.

"If you feel differently later, the offer is always open," he continued. "Can I at least know your name?"