[he gazes at Florian and does not say it back. Instead Thrawn hums, and tells him one of the many secrets about the Chiss.
This is his way of saying he cares, too, for Florian. Enough to trust him with knowledge that could get Thrawn killed]
My people are...insular. That which has stood for five thousand years does not give way to change easily. I may be the only one who can save them from the enemy most either are ignorant of or deny exists.
When I was exiled, I met privately with our top military leadership. I was given a mission to seek out allies in this upcoming fight for our survival. They prepared me and moved me to a place where I would have a good chance of a patrol from such an ally stumbling on me, and used my tactical advantages to move up the ranks.
This was, of course, conditional. The new Empire I serve is cruel and its leadership does not care about the average foot soldier, let alone the average citizen. I had opportunity to escape back to my people, perhaps even with a few choice allies towards the end of it. Instead I opted to continue to fight battles, hoping the war could wait. Hoping that I could win more support, more ships, or perhaps it was ego after all. Perhaps I enjoyed the lack of restraint and caution in a place with little care for oversight; I found freedom in a dictatorship.
I have cause to worry that with my death, I have failed both those under my command in the Empire, and the Chiss Ascendancy as a whole.
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This is his way of saying he cares, too, for Florian. Enough to trust him with knowledge that could get Thrawn killed]
My people are...insular. That which has stood for five thousand years does not give way to change easily. I may be the only one who can save them from the enemy most either are ignorant of or deny exists.
When I was exiled, I met privately with our top military leadership. I was given a mission to seek out allies in this upcoming fight for our survival. They prepared me and moved me to a place where I would have a good chance of a patrol from such an ally stumbling on me, and used my tactical advantages to move up the ranks.
This was, of course, conditional. The new Empire I serve is cruel and its leadership does not care about the average foot soldier, let alone the average citizen. I had opportunity to escape back to my people, perhaps even with a few choice allies towards the end of it. Instead I opted to continue to fight battles, hoping the war could wait. Hoping that I could win more support, more ships, or perhaps it was ego after all. Perhaps I enjoyed the lack of restraint and caution in a place with little care for oversight; I found freedom in a dictatorship.
I have cause to worry that with my death, I have failed both those under my command in the Empire, and the Chiss Ascendancy as a whole.