[Thrawn does not turn at the heavy impact of boots over stone behind him. Instead, a knowing smile, subtle and sharp as a knife, cuts its way across his lips. There was no guarantee, of course, that he would be followed— but there is approval in knowing that the man now at his back was not ruled entirely by uncertainty.]

It would seem their effects are limited by proximity. So long as we maintain our distance, and proceed slowly, without alerting the swarm, we— [his words trail off when he moves to glance over his shoulder at Ren, and notices at last the battered hilt clutched tightly in his palm.]

You are a jedi.

[For the second time, Ren has managed to take Thrawn entirely by surprise. No small feat. ]