My eyes were brimming with tears in the middle of the following conversation with Hanharr in KOTOR II:
Exile: Why did you kill Mira?
Hanharr: Because I was the stronger. She was prey. Because she saved my life, and she would not let me take hers. So I tore it from her.
Exile: So she saved your life once?
Hanharr: She showed me mercy, and that I could not bear. To feel such, from prey. She had my life in her hands, her weapon pointed at me as I lay wounded in my own traps, and she did not kill me. And I saw her eyes. And I saw she felt... mercy.
Exile: So you would rather she have killed you?
Hanharr: It is the way of the hunt. When one lies broken before you, you end them. There is no mercy in such things - there is death. That is the price for the failure of the hunt, and she denied me that death. And that is what I could not bear. Yet I could no longer kill her, for it meant I owed her... owed my life to a human. Humans who broke all of my people with slavery - she did what they had done, to my people, to me. And that is why she had to die.
Exile: She did not make you a slave - instead, she denied you freedom, death.
Hanharr: You are wrong, human - those are not my words, nor the truth.
Exile: I think you wanted her to kill you, to break you. To end your life.
Hanharr: I do not chase death, I chase prey.
Exile: You have spoken of your tribe, Hanharr, and I think you wished to join them.
Hanharr: My tribe is no more - my people are no more, because of humans!
Exile: But you said they exist, but not here. And you wished to join them.
Hanharr: I... I see your eyes... hear your words, human. And your words echo within me. Perhaps I wished to die at her hands. And walk the Shadowlands no longer. Yet she spared me, and to continue living... I could not bear it. I wish to go where my tribe went, where I sent them, where they are finally free. Where they may forgive me. I do not wish to walk in the Shadowlands any longer. When I die, I want to walk on top of the trees of my homeworld, to hear the voices of my people again.
Exile: If you wish to die, then let it be done in a way that matters - saving others.
Hanharr: That is the only pledge I have heard from a human that I will accept. I will walk with you, human, and my strength shall be yours. I shall break our enemies. And when death comes, do not turn it aside - and I will do the same for you.
Exile: I swear the same - for now, until the end of our journey.
Hanharr: Then it is done - we die together, our lives as one, or not at all.