"Can you even tell if it's genuine empathy, or vicarious discomfort from your Jedi sensibilities?" Schuldig pointed out. "Of course I'm suspicious. Where I come from - where practically everyone comes from - you don't get something for nothing. Not even sympathy."

He reached out and appropriated Obi-Wan's dessert plate without comment, relocating it to his own tray. "I was only vaguely aware you knew him. But he's been keeping an eye on me in exchange, so it's only fair."