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Han blinked in surprise.
"You don't care?"
Han was shocked by the nonchalance that the creator was showing. What did he mean by he didn't care?
"Do you know how long I've lived, Han?"
"Since the beginning of time? Billions of years?"
"Hundreds of billions of years. I've lived so long I can remember a time when the universe was nothing but a single dot in space. A singularity that didn't have any idea of its own existence. I am so old that your life to me is but a drop in an ocean. But with that age comes regret, Han. I am tired."
Han calmed down, but he didn't allow his senses to relax as he still prepared to fight if he noticed any funny movement.
"What do you mean you're tired? Is that why you killed your brother?"
