Naw, I don't hate her. Can't, she's my wife. [Regular Mordecai rolls his shoulders back. Shadow Mordecai narrows his eyes.] It ain't...look, when we first met, I accompanied her on plenty of adventures. Almost died in the process. Don't that make sense? Now that she's workin' for months at a time and comin' home late, she doesn't want anythin' else stressin' her out.

[When Tazendra makes her suggestion, his rigid posture falls, and he looks at a discolored spot on the floor.]

If you're talkin' about helpin' her with work...well, they don't always need the Force Galactic. Even I can't fix computer problems if I don't know what to do. And when she's home, you see, all I want to do is help her relax. I don't...

[He turns to look at his Shadow.]

I don't think we have time for that no more.