He felt as though he should be irritated at the Sith finding him amusing, but he simply did not. Before coming to Tatooine, before every aspect that defined his existence was burned to ash, yes.

Now?

He lacked the sort of pride necessary to be offended, and acceptance was easy when one was living only for a distant future and had nothing worth worrying about the loss of - including pride.

He studied Malgus as he unveiled his face with no revulsion or disturbance, just mild curiosity. He wasn't comfortable with the surge of the Dark, but didn't recoil from that, either. As the Sith described his light, it was... irritating.

Then smiled, slightly, to respond to the rest. "I also used rage and grief to cut a man I was badly outmatched by in half. Nothing is ever entirely black and white - or light and dark."

He took a drink of his tea. "And I'd be interested in knowing how to protect myself but I wouldn't expect that to be information you're prepared to share with me."