"We'll see. It really will depend to whether or not my arrogance has built itself back up to where I believe I can change the fate of my Empire by then."

It was half truth, half joke. Empires were not carried by a single man, but he had loved his people dearly- still loved them dearly- and he'd often wondered if he could have done something to ensure the survival of the Sith Empire had he only been there. Probably not, but Sith were arrogant creatures and he was no different. He didn't truly believe he could have changed the fate of the Sith Empire, and perhaps it would fall regardless, but he wished.

And if that wish became a battle cry should he find a way back, perhaps he would indeed abandon his work in this time, to fight and die in his own. For now though, he was happy to follow Thrawn's ideas to make this time's future a better one.

"Should you need to talk after you've spoken to your brother and to the Jedi girl, you know where to find me. Should there be anything you need me to do, you need only order it, as well. I did run off to follow the Force without regard for any plans you might have, after all."

It was, of course, good that he had. But still. He was Thrawn's weapon to use as he saw fit and if there was anything he needed him to do, Altair would.