He changes the direction of the conversation as easily as he started it. I scoff a little. Politics, again, it seems like it's all politics with him, and I'm starting to think that maybe I'm being just a little bit paranoid in assuming this is some kind of test.

"That's military." I point out. "I figured we all knew what we were getting into from the start. Follow orders, do what you're told, attention, at ease..." And he's right. There's always someone to please. It's an Empire, after all, not a Republic. There's only so far we can get before we plateau, being not a part of the Imperial family.