"Unfortunately the Jedi were stupid. I never liked them much. But I didn't wish for all their deaths, either. Certainly not to bury their entire culture."
He'd met a few Jedi who were reasonable. Not a whole lot, but enough to know that they weren't all a lost cause. Enough that he thought that with enough work, perhaps there could have been peace. Of course, he never could have seen this- ending up in the future- coming. So his dreams of peace between Sith and Jedi were lost.
"That's enough doom and gloom for one night though, I think. I brought you something."
He pulled out what he'd brought along- two embroideries- moving over to the other Chiss to give it to him. The embroideries were of an arrangement flowers, the same one for both works, with just a bit of variation in the meticulous stitches. They were hand-made after all, so of course there'd be a little bit of difference between them.
"I started these the same day that I brought Thrass back. One for you, and one for him. Together the flowers mean happy reunions and good fortune."
Well-wishes, certainly. He didn't know much it meant coming from a Sith, but he hoped it meant enough coming from a friend.
"Your brother being here is cause for celebration, you know."
Thrawn had been rather quiet about it, and Altair wasn't sure if that was due to the busy nature of his life, or because he was being careful to not seem too overjoyed for Altair's sake, or something else. But Altair did think it was something that should be celebrated.
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He'd met a few Jedi who were reasonable. Not a whole lot, but enough to know that they weren't all a lost cause. Enough that he thought that with enough work, perhaps there could have been peace. Of course, he never could have seen this- ending up in the future- coming. So his dreams of peace between Sith and Jedi were lost.
"That's enough doom and gloom for one night though, I think. I brought you something."
He pulled out what he'd brought along- two embroideries- moving over to the other Chiss to give it to him. The embroideries were of an arrangement flowers, the same one for both works, with just a bit of variation in the meticulous stitches. They were hand-made after all, so of course there'd be a little bit of difference between them.
"I started these the same day that I brought Thrass back. One for you, and one for him. Together the flowers mean happy reunions and good fortune."
Well-wishes, certainly. He didn't know much it meant coming from a Sith, but he hoped it meant enough coming from a friend.
"Your brother being here is cause for celebration, you know."
Thrawn had been rather quiet about it, and Altair wasn't sure if that was due to the busy nature of his life, or because he was being careful to not seem too overjoyed for Altair's sake, or something else. But Altair did think it was something that should be celebrated.