"... I don't think I'd be one of them, even if I went aboard her ship, and they knew what I am."

Ever and always the outsider. After all, he didn't truly belong in this time. And so little of him was Chiss-like. Thrawn had made him start to take a bit more pride in being what he was. Learning the language, watching Thrawn at work and looking up to him, learning a little more what it meant to be Chiss. He still feared anyone who wasn't Thrawn, but... Well, it was complicated.

Altair thought it always would be.

He also couldn't help but have a slight fear that if anyone but Thrawn knew, he'd be locked away for study. His strength in the Force was not waning, after all. If anything, he'd been growing stronger. Not a concern he'd ever bring up, not a concern he'd ever voice, nor really did he think it a realistic concern. It was just the difference in attitudes from what he was used to, and what he'd been told.

It was probably a good thing he was a Sith rather than a Jedi, as his fears were at least useful to him as he was.

He didn't say any of that, of course, and reaching up, he pulled his veil off, and put it in his lap for the time being, swiping a hand through light blue hair to push any loose strands away from his face, and he smiled just a little, "Thrawn has a certain way with people... He inspires loyalty."

Altair was glad he was on Thrawn's side, too. And thus, by proxy, on their side.