"Well for one thing? That Galactic Empire? Defeated, when I was two or three." He shifted his grasp of the cup to one hand so he could scratch at the back of his ear, not sure if telling her this would change things in the future, but he figured if that were the case, it already would have happened anyway, "Though, they're trying to come back, children of the Empire-that-was, wanting to bring back the former glory." The sarcasm in just that one word was practically thick enough to cut with a knife.

He didn't bother trying to explain that the Republic refused to see the First Order as an actual viable threat, because that was something that always frustrated him, and he was trying to keep this as uncomplicated as he could, "But they're going by a new name now, the First Order, and the Rebellion is still around, but since the Empire's using a new name, so are we, the Resistance. And being part of it, that's just... it's in my blood."