Eh, I never would've been happy on the ground anyway. Always wanted to fly.

( always. his father built ships, he never had much of an interest in that. as far back as he can remember he wanted to be up amidst the stars. if he'd been born millennia earlier, he probably would have sailed the sort of ships she's familiar with. something, anything to get away. being anchored to a single place was an unimaginable cruelty to a wayward soul. he worries at some small, sticky stain on the table with his fingernails and sort of exhales in a laugh. )

Well, you've got your work cut out for you. Sentient beings are bastards wherever you go, I can't see that changing between universes or levels of technology. And there's always some asshole that thinks they have the divine right to lord over everything.

( he's thinking of the empire, of course. of palpatine and snoke and vader and every idea that was ever put into his son's head. )