[ What an odd question. She contemplates it, however, glancing at her shot glass. Did she remember the Empire being any different? Once, perhaps, when she was too young to understand but did that count? The Empire was vast as it was cruel. She had seen many in the Galra command get cut down simply for disagreeing with a comrade or a superior officer. ]

Once, as a child. My mother was a lieutenant under Zarkon's right-hand man. Before Sendak rose up through the ranks and found the Red lion. She was fierce, strong, but starting to see the empire for what it was. Unfortunately, she was not trained in espionage, so acts of sabotage were noticed quickly.

I remember the night she died so vividly compared to most. She disobeyed a direct command to not rescue the head technician. Her commanding officer ran her through and left her to bleed out on the bridge. Until that day I had believed we were doing the right thing with the Empire. That the universe needed our guidance and aid to uplift them -- yet she died, eyes open, watching as those she believed she trusted move forward without her because she was weak.

[ Krolia grabs the bottle of bourbon she bought herself, pouring herself a shot before she takes the slightest of sips. She rolls the liquid on her tongue, enjoying the burn before she sighs. ]

I was what you would consider a teenager when I sought out Kolivan.