No, I didn't. My father put me and our advisor, Coran in sleep pods to hide us so we wouldn't perish when our planet was destroyed. I don't think he intended for us to be there for so long.
I don't have to fight a war here, or be a diplomat. It's nice, actually.
I don't think so. As long as you aren't extremely boastful about it. It's fine to admit you're clever.
Oh! You must be Cassandra's brother! It's very nice to finally speak with you. Cassandra is a dear friend.