"Then its meaning is as beautiful as its appearance."
Altair had never wanted children of his own, still didn't- he didn't think himself capable of caring for such new and vulnerable life, worrying that something inside him might be terribly broken enough to turn him into his own parents. And he would never want to put someone innocent through the same thing he had suffered. But he'd seen families grow. Seen the beauty of it.
Even during the war, on Odessen, families had found a place, and children had been born on a world probably not suited for it. He'd even had those who wished for his blessings for a child, though he was Sith, and certain that any blessing he could give would be seen as curses by most.
It truly was beautiful though. And Altair was glad to see art representing such a joyous occasion, preserved like this for all to see.
He tilted his head when Thrass came back around the corner, surprised by his swift return. If he ran, he'd probably have been able to go to the gift shop and back, but...
"We always do. We are friends, after all," He said, plainly, in response to the quip that he and Thrawn were getting along. Why wouldn't they be, after all.
"Couldn't find anything of interest, by the way?" He asked, raising a brow. A museum like this should probably have some interesting things in its gift shop, but... Well, perhaps not, if Thrass hadn't found a single thing he liked.
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Altair had never wanted children of his own, still didn't- he didn't think himself capable of caring for such new and vulnerable life, worrying that something inside him might be terribly broken enough to turn him into his own parents. And he would never want to put someone innocent through the same thing he had suffered. But he'd seen families grow. Seen the beauty of it.
Even during the war, on Odessen, families had found a place, and children had been born on a world probably not suited for it. He'd even had those who wished for his blessings for a child, though he was Sith, and certain that any blessing he could give would be seen as curses by most.
It truly was beautiful though. And Altair was glad to see art representing such a joyous occasion, preserved like this for all to see.
He tilted his head when Thrass came back around the corner, surprised by his swift return. If he ran, he'd probably have been able to go to the gift shop and back, but...
"We always do. We are friends, after all," He said, plainly, in response to the quip that he and Thrawn were getting along. Why wouldn't they be, after all.
"Couldn't find anything of interest, by the way?" He asked, raising a brow. A museum like this should probably have some interesting things in its gift shop, but... Well, perhaps not, if Thrass hadn't found a single thing he liked.