"It sure was something, yes," He said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

Any Sith would say the same about their life, he was sure.

"Not that I minded so much. Rather a Sith living or dying a free man, than a slave toiling away in the dirt."

Despite the inherent dangers, Altair had come to much prefer being Sith. At least as a Sith, he was in control of his destiny, even if it had been throwing him curve ball after curve ball. As a slave, he'd been bound by something much worse than the rules of Sith society, and had he not been Force-sensitive, he would have died a slave.

"... Not too much, no. I haven't pried, either."

He imagined that anything relevant would eventually come up in conversation.

"I figured if there's anything in particular he needs me to know, he'd bring it up."