"Isn't it? What else am I here for? To look pretty?" Altair asked, with just a little bit more snark to his voice. He knew, of course, how he was valuable. A window to a past that barely existed any more- all that he'd once known crumbled to dust. The particularly opinionated voice of a former leader, too, though Altair didn't think he usually shared anything that Thrawn hadn't thought of himself.

The man was, after all, exceptionally clever.

Altair had asked him once before, if anything would truly have been different had Thrawn known he was Chiss from the start. Perhaps if he'd met him as a Chiss first, they wouldn't be here talking like this. Perhaps Altair would have spun a lie had things been different, and they would have gone their separate ways.

"You know where to find me when you figure it out. For now, I should meditate."

There was still more to do, of course. But he needed a bit of downtime before returning to work.

"... And I'll leave it to you to inform Commander Balkin about the training."

Altair thought that among Thrawn's people, Thrawn was the only one who was currently able to have him show up unannounced without having a heart attack. So it was better if Thrawn took care of that bit.