[There is much left unsaid on both sides of this conversation: Ren stiffly recounts what should be an overwhelming victory— and if his quickly stoked emotions are indicative of anything, such a petrified opinion seems...unusual.

There is a danger in asking too many questions. A transparency that could sully the tentative bonds they've only just barely established. So instead, Thrawn dips his chin in a deep nod of understanding (and agreement).] In that case, it would appear that you are indeed correct: he must be an adequate successor to the Emperor himself.

I thank you for easing my mind.

[Stepping away from Ren yet again, Thrawn turns his attention towards the fringes of their current encampment.] If you are content to remain here, I will secure assistance from any of our forces nearby.

As you said: the sooner we finish here, the sooner we are done with this world.