[ Both his eyebrows rise. Zuzi fruit is an unexpected answer but where there's a need, there's a demand and a supplier. He's been in this galaxy long enough to know spice is the more expensive but ultimately riskier game. Anakin lift a shoulder and pats Luke's head, comforting and reassuring both his son and himself. ]

Spice is the commodity out here. Good people do bad things to survive, it wouldn't surprise me if you and your company were. [ A sternness appears in his voice, his expression. His Padawans would be familiar with it. ] It doesn't make it excusable. Tell me, what would you do if you found out they were smuggling spice?