Soran found himself weeping gently as he told the story, though he hadn’t wept at the news of Andara. He did not hide his emotion, and the others watched him with the gravity of youth as he described Gannory, the cantina owner who had befriended him; his students in Tinker-Town, who had learned to fight for their own survival when someone—the Empire, the New Republic—should have been protecting them.
