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they are it's amazing. Poor Killian isn't mentally scarred enough yet for these people.
Killian loathed the idea of sitting. He was certainly going to struggle being still if he did. He stepped to a chair and put his hands on the back of it and then paused. No, this wouldn't do. "I hope it won't be rude if I stand." He looked back at Tarkin. He thought about making an excuse but he felt the more words he said, the more fuel was added to the fire. He looked at the Lady Tarkin, his face betraying no emotion. "I wouldn't want to trouble, perhaps if I were staying longer. My inquiries will be quick... I've no doubt we all have business to attend to." He regretted those words a little, he sounded like a politician about to give some kind of boring speech. His father's mannerisms really did show through him sometimes.
