"I imagine so. That is why I am glad you're not cut off. I imagine you would have felt quite lonely if you were."

They were both connected to something other than themselves, and though Altair could not understand what it was to be a Joiner, connection he could at least understand. He knew that many were uneasy around Joiners, but he had never been that way. Nor had he disliked the Killiks during his time on Alderaan- he'd found them quite fascinating, in fact.

He tilted his head at the mention of his aura being unique, "Is it? I shall hope then that it is not unpleasant in its uniqueness- though I find it hard to imagine a Sith's aura being pleasant, I suppose."

Though perhaps his wasn't quite the worst. He'd never let himself fall so far into the dark that he'd stopped being a proper person, after all.