Thrass could see something in Altair's eyes. A sadness, a longing. Not unlike how Thrass felt when he thought about the friends on Csilla that he wouldn't see again. Was this how Thrawn felt when he was exiled? None of them could go home again.

"That doesn't mean that you have to disregard your own wants and feelings, and think of yourself as a tool for him to use."

There was a soft knock at the door, and a voice on the other side asking for Lord Nox. It was Lorana. Thrass was still learning Basic and couldn't understand her entire sentence, but he could parse that she was asking if she could come in.