Hoth: Blood and Ice

Garth's smile turned into a wince. Reaching into a pocket on his pants he pulled out his lightsaber hilt and placed it on the table.

"That thing pinches horribly." He comments off handedly.

"But ah mean, are y' enlightened 'nuff t' understand anaccept there's no right path no wrong path, only right fer each ind'vidual?"

“Are you asking my personal opinion, or that of the Empire at large?” He asked.

"Are y' capable of speakin' fer th' entire Empire, Mr Shyyylo?" Garth asks, a little more impressed than he was a moment ago.

“Not any more than one can speak for the entire Republic… but one can speak broadly. Something that speaks to a larger cultural level…” He left it hanging for the Thul to clarify.