Hux was a bit surprised he responded as well; then again, being around people who weren't attempting to stab him in the back at the earliest chance was one of the strangest situations he had ever been in. Even as a child he had been taught to be ready to take out another's throat because every other person was just waiting to take out yours.

Here...it wasn't like that. He knew that was only due to their short-sighted nature, their desire to 'help' in ways that he believed made them soft...but Hux still found the adjustment a bit more awkward than he thought it would be.

"No, I suppose they don't. But it's my destiny to rule the Galaxy, one day. I've known it since I was young--and I've worked to earn it since." There is pride in his voice, and he means every word. It isn't easy, and he knows it might be 'lonely', but he doesn't care--it's what he wants.

Still, when Chiron shifts the subject, Hux pauses, and strains to listen, frowning.

"...I do, yes. The echo makes it difficult to pinpoint where it is coming from exactly, however."