"Abrasive may be too mild a word to describe how he was," Altair said, with a soft laugh. Abrasive was how Aden had been when he was in a good mood. Altair still missed his foul attitude though, because even though he'd been rude, he was that way in a way that still said he cared. He'd still try to do the right thing, even when it was a hassle, even though someone else with his disposition would just give themselves over to doing the wrong thing to make life a bit easier.

"I don't think there's a person in the galaxy who hasn't experienced loss. It's painful, and sometimes it's easy to be angry about it, to get stuck in those emotions... But it's best to keep moving. To grieve and accept that it's probably always going to hurt, but have enough hope to keep on going anyway, too."

That definitely was strange coming from a Sith, he knew. Sith were masters of stewing in pain and rage after all. Even Altair used his own every once in a while, like back when he had first met Thrawn and killed that warlord and his cronies. But had he given himself over to those feelings completely- the anger and the loss- then he wouldn't be standing here with Thrawn and Thrass now.

"I still have the hope that I won't always be sad about all that I've lost here too. I did say recently that by the time I could find a way back to my time, perhaps I'd have as many reasons to stay as to go."

He did briefly look to Thrawn as he said this, before turning his gaze to the clay urn.