"Understood," Came the short reply, the sound of his voice suggesting that he wasn't wearing his helmeted mask.

Two hours. The first training session took two hours. The training wasn't gentle, and Balkin was pale as a ghost by the end of it- though while the training wasn't gentle, Altair very much was. After each unsuccessful attempt the man made to fight off Altair's control, Altair let him have a breather.

He gave him water, soothed him best as he could, for he knew that the training was akin to a waking nightmare. To have a Sith control one's fear was a terrifying thing. But the man stuck it out, and at the end, Altair could at the very least feel him trying to resist his control, trying to lash out and regain his senses.

It would take more training- but Altair had been correct in that he was a good candidate. At the end of it, he sat with the man- taking him through breathing exercises that would help him find his center. When Balkin left, Altair sensed tiredness in him, but no fear of him.

How interesting.

He took an additional ten minutes to himself, before calling Thrawn up, as had been requested.