Denial

Mission:

On Taris, it was about surviving, y'know? I'd part bar patrons from their credits, the odd access code. My brother taught me the slickest way to slice into most kinds of locks. I told myself I could've walked in and out of any building I wanted without being seen. I was proud of my street-smarts and loved outwitting folks. I looked up to Griff, made myself believe that he would come get me one day. But he was just a cheap crook an' a lousy brother and I wasn't some stealthy princess of the trash-heaps: I was just a thief.

Bastila:

When I heard that my father had died, I immediately thought that my mother must be to blame. I had always thought that she used to drive him away on his hunts, when the truth was he went despite her wishes. I was so willing to think ill of her, that I didn't see her failing health. But my father saw her illness and tried to take a prey that was far beyond his hunting ability, just so he could pay for her medicine. I am still not on good terms with my mother, but I no longer resent her.

Revan:

I thought I knew myself: That's one assumption a Jedi can't afford to make. I should have known that everything I knew was a lie. The fear of what I might become was always hovering in the Masters' eyes when they looked my way, I just never cared to see it. Now, I see the same fear in my companions' eyes and when I look at my own reflection, again I see it mirrored there. I don't know who am I, or what I am capable of, anymore than the Jedi do. Who is Darth Revan? Is this person me?

Jolee:

Young people never want to hear the words of the old, but it's true that youth is wasted on the young. Hair is wasted on the young as well, but that's another story. This one is about mistakes and hindsight, two things that really kick you in the choobies as you get older. Love also kicks you down, but it doesn't wait for the wrinkles to crease up. Loving my wife was something of a mistake, but one I would repeat. I think a man is entitled to make mistakes in life, even if he knows he is deceiving himself.

Carth:

When you're living for revenge you shut out everything else. You're just looking for someone to blame for your pain, so you focus on the ones you've lost and your enemy's death until that's all you see. It wasn't until long after Saul was dead that I knew how selfish I'd been: I let my pain blind me, let it poison the memory of my wife and child. Because of that I almost lost my son a second time and I almost turned on my companions. Now I have my son back again, but nothing can erase the lost time.

Zaalbar:

Mission and Bastila keep pushing little white pills at me. I tell them I am not sick but Bastila insists I make her ill. She keeps holding her nose and waving her hands around. She even said I should use the refresher, 'once in a while'. Wookiee females appreciate my musky scent and I find that the human males smell much more unpleasant. I've yet to see any of the females complain about the human males' scent, but my nose is much more sensitive than theirs. Strange that they claim my scent is overwhelming, yet I cannot detect anything unusual.

Juhani:

The Jedi do not offer excuses for their failings, but it took me some time to stop clinging to them. All too often I was too quick to anger, too eager for battle. It was always my first instinct to draw my sabre, when it should have been my last. I blamed my passion, my childhood, even my race. I fell to the dark side and experience Revan's mercy before I began to understand restraint. I did not fully understand self-control until I spared the life of my enemy. I believe that is the lesson Quatra sought to teach me.

Canderous:

This thing with Jagi made me wonder, which...heh, isn't something I do. Always thought that was a good thing, there's no time for hesitation in battle, not if you want to live. I never cared for philosophy much either; I always understood what my place in the galaxy was: As a Mandalorian warrior my only goal was to seek glory in battle and I always strove to be the best Mandalorian. I thought that strength was the most important virtue, but now I am coming to see how too much "strength" can destroy a man: Jagi blew his brains out.

HK-47:

Statement: A droid must follow its protocol, especially if it involves blasting organic meatbags. Corollary: But a droid must also follow their Master's orders, if they can be heard over the constant sloshing of their innards. Query: When my programming requires me to deceive my Master, what does this unit do? Theory: While serving your Master is an important function, the Master is only an organic life form. Statement: Their soft squishy parts are easily damaged, while droids, especially those with illegal assassination protocols, are hard to replace. Rhetorical Question: What does this unit do? Obvious Answer: I follow protocol.

T3-M4: (A/N: Most, but not all, of the phrases are lifted from the game dialogs, so credit goes to the original game writers.)

Dreee-veet, dee-deet. Beee-deet! Bweep-bweep-breet. Dee-dee-deet. Dreet. Bee-reeeet. Deet-deet. Dwooooooo. Beee-deet, bee-reeeet! Deeet, deet! Dee-deet... dre-beee-dreet. Bereep... de... rreep. Dee-deet! De-de-deet! Dee, deet-det. Vree, deed-eet - dwooo, deet. De-reeet deeet, dee-reeet! Dwooooooo. Deet, dreet -dee-deet. Dee-ree-reet, dreet- dwooo. Dee... deet. Deet! Dee-dee-deet. Dwee dwee dwee! Bee-reep, deet. Dee-dee-deet. Dreet. Bee-reeeet. Dee-reee. De... deet. Dwooooooo. Dee-reet, deedeet be-reeeep. Vree, deed-eet - dwooo, deet. Bee-reet, deet! Bereep... de...rreep. Dee-ree-deet. Dwooooooo. Deeereeet deet bee-deet, dee-reet. De-reeet deeet, bee-reeeet, - dwooo, deet. Dreee-veet, dee-deet. Dee... dee-deet. Deet. Dee-deet? Deet? Bee-deet? Dwooooooo. Beee-deet, dee-deet. BED-reep. Bee-deet-breep-deet. BE-DWEEP. Dwee dwee dwee! Dwee dwee dwee! Dwee dwee dwee!

(A/N: I'm afraid I don't speak astromech, but he's certainly impassioned about something and he seems to be in an existentialist mood. Maybe he fell down a well?)