[ What Republic, Wedge wants to ask. But everything's suddenly too sharp; every sound, every smell, every movement.

He is defenseless. Maybe he should've taken the crossbow. But he's a Sith! He mulls over his options, his exits. ]

If you saved the galaxy to be praised, you didn't do it for the right reason. We do what we must because it's the right thing to do. Because if we don't, others suffer.