Altair smiled, because Thrass was truly a very gentle person, to feel guilt for such a thing. Altair didn't want him to feel guilty though, because their reunion was a joyous thing. Even though he didn't have his own brother with him, even though he still missed him, he was wholeheartedly happy for the two of them, that he could reunite them through that strange quirk in the Force.

"I'm glad for it. It makes me happy to see the two of you happy. I wouldn't want either of you to do anything differently. I don't want it now, either."

Altair missed Aden, more than he really wanted to admit, but still. His loss shouldn't put a damper on the brothers' joy.

"There's not much to tell, really. We didn't grow up together, we were bound through the Force and not through blood. When I first saw him, it felt as we were two pieces of the same soul, broken apart before our births by some strange circumstance, to be reunited in adulthood. He was incredibly rude, unsociable, and extremely violent. He was also the kindest man I've ever met."

For a given value of kindness, at least. But to Altair, he'd been perfect.

"I still don't know how I came to be in this time, but I am glad he did not come with me. I don't think I could have ever forgiven myself if I had taken him away from the man he loved more than life itself. Instead I content myself with the thought that he lived to be incredibly old alongside his love."

He shrugged, "Besides, my brother isn't the only person I left behind. I left behind my best friends. My first love, and my second, too. My people, and my Empire. If I was to feel sorrow for every single person I left behind, then I'd be doing nothing but drowning in it."

That was how he felt, anyway.

"Arriving in this time was unexpected, and there are times I wish I could find my way back, but there are people in this time I'd miss just as much too. People just as precious as any person I knew in the past."