It was a non-answer, and yet that still told Thrawn something. By now, Thrawn was almost certain the main before him wasn't a Grysk spy, which was fortunate. But if he was a Chiss sent by the Ascendancy, much like himself, then that could cause complications.

"You knew who I was, but you did not run, even as you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Because you did not wish to look the deserter, nor could you reveal to your comrades why you knew victory was out of your grasp."

Thrawn reached down and gently swiped his finger against the dried blood on the rebel's skin, examining it as he rubbed it between his fingers.