"You weren't," Altair said, though he was aware of the fact that the curtness of his words suggested otherwise. Really though, they had been just about done for the day, so the only thing that had been cut short was that Altair would normally have meditated with them to guide them through fortifying their minds. But he trusted Balkin to be able to give good pointers, anyway, as the man was proving himself to be a good student who was already starting to incorporate his own techniques to use against someone who could predict the flow of battle in the way that a Force user could.

"I've never been aboard a Chiss dreadnought, so I'll have to take your word for it."

He had seen them under construction in the past, during his mission to Copero. And he'd been aboard a Chiss shuttle before. But not a dreadnought.

"Have you decided what you're going to do from now on? I imagine it's come up during your talks with your brother."

It would be rather sad, if Thrass chose to leave, Altair thought. Of course with Thrass being alive it would not be a final goodbye, but he hoped for Thrawn's sake, that Thrass would choose to stay at his side, much as Altair understood a desire to return to one's people too. After all, he imagined that to be a choice he might one day come to have to make himself.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, of course. I won't pry."