[He's offended, angry even, but not actually looking to start more of a fight than an verbal argument. He blows out a breath.]

I got lucky. Really lucky. [He's considered how things might have turned out if, oh, Maul had gotten to him first. Or one of the Inquisitors. Both scenarios are literally the stuff of his nightmares.

Softer-]

And it's not always like that, you know. Sometimes it's kill or be killed, sure. Something else that can't be a good compromise.

But there's also standing up together. Sharing things. Building or growing something. The sort of thing that can make more for everyone.