"I loved to race. The speed, the danger. Mom hated them too, it carved away at her soul every time I was put into one. She aged every time she watched me in one, but she would always be there, always watched. She told me she felt if she watched me, I would be all right. To her credit, I was never badly hurt." That he'd suffered multiple concussions, minor burns, broken fingers, a couple of lost milk teeth, and a pair of bilateral femur fractures didn't actually strike him as 'badly hurt' - even though he'd been five when he started. "They are dangerous. Humans shouldn't be able to compete, unless they are very Force Sensitive. It would have at least clued the Hutts in as you being related to me. He wouldn't have been able to protect you from them."

"Stangers yes. Wow wouldn't have operated without stabilizing drugs to render me unconscious, without me being 'under', and them capable of doing whatever they wanted. We spoke yes, when I first arrived. No, they weren't an option." They had spoken about a great deal.

"Aphra is an archeologist in my employ. She's gotten her doctorate in ancient technology, and is quite talented at finding herself in places she shouldn't be able to access as well as finding artifacts of interest to us both. She's about your height, black hair," It could have been the environment, his recovering, his growing familiarity with Luke - but his speech was just slightly less formal, "brash and bold. Cheeky." Who would have thought he would have approved of that?

"Kix could easily as well. He's one of Tech's brothers. He was our medic, before he was lost in the Battle of Anexas." Lost he said, as if it didn't mean 'killed'. As if the weight of one of his men, killed again, didn't lay on him.

After a moment of moody silence, he gave himself a little shake and a wince. "Neither are here. So it doesn't matter."