All of them were exiles in their own way, yet Thrass still had his brother. Altair and Lorana had lost everybody special to them. But, Altair was right, in that they could still find a place within the Empire of the Hand, and rely on each other from now on.

He smirked at Altair. "Spend enough time with and you might find something." Not that he was about to point out his brother's flaws out loud. Altair clearly admired Thrawn a whole lot, more so than probably any others on this ship.

"I tried to convince myself that he wasn't bad," Lorana said. "Even when the evidence was looking me right in the eye, I didn't want to believe it. And then he tried to kill Thrawn and I knew that he'd fallen to the dark side." Even if Thrawn's forces had attacked them first, what C'baoth had done was still attempted murder. "He believed that the Jedi were superior to everyone, and that it was our right to shape how the galaxy was run. That everyone should automatically defer to us, including the Senate." She paused. "Still, I think he made a good point, when he said that the Jedi needed to adapt and change if they were to survive." Given what had happened, his words seemed much harsher in hindsight.