York stares at him for a long moment, chest light under his shirt glowing that soft golden light as he does, then back to teal. "Yeah, that's a lot of shit to try and figure out. Jedi is someone like you, and the Republic is... bad? What about the Separatists?"

More human politics that he should not worry about educating himself on, but York can't help it sometimes.

"They better not get that bad. I've already dealt with humans blowing up our sanctuary back home, rather they not get explosive here, too." They were in space. That'd be really bad.