"Brr. Is it getting a little chilly in here, or what?" Canderous mocks, glancing at the upper corners of the hangar. He's very obviously not cold, nor is he chilled by Master Organa's tone. "It's not the first time I've heard that sentiment, and it won't be the last. Either way, I know what I know, and I know what we Mandalorians know that you Jedi and Republics don't. I'll tell you what a real empty life is - I've been living it for two years. A life devoid of real combat. Real challenges."

Canderous finishes with one component, and rests his hands on the workbench. "My life will never mean as much as it did, until Revan scattered us. It was a glorious ending on Malachor V."

Even if he's finding now, that it might have cost too much in the end.