Lorem's amber colored eyes turn to watch the exchange between his master and the young echani girl while also stealing glances at the other listening padawans to gauge their thoughts. The neti himself remained silent on the topic of longevity, uncertain of what he could add to the conversation. His master was speaking to his peers about a lifespan of less then two hundred years.
How could Lorem relate to such beings when the neti himself could, in his lifetime, easily expect to witness the passage of over four millennia? The force only knew how the galaxy would change over the next four thousand years. Would he even remember these individuals in his twilight years? Would their brief lives impact the neti significantly enough to make that possible? In a way, the young padawan felt sorry for his friends, but at the same time he felt rather alone in the crowded transport.