[There's more he could say, but it's the last remarks that distract him, stop him dead in his tracks as he looks back over at Axel and does his best to mask his confusion.
He wonders briefly if he heard correctly, or perhaps the length of a year is not as long for this man as it is in Hux's galaxy. Something.]
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He wonders briefly if he heard correctly, or perhaps the length of a year is not as long for this man as it is in Hux's galaxy. Something.]
You seem like a rather sprightly centenarian.