Perhaps. [Thrawn muses, though it comes without his often typical addition of the phrase 'perhaps not'. There is no margin for error this time. No safety net, no second chances. When each thoroughly completed mission earns them a single step closer to that final request, they either succeed, or all will suffer for it, in this galaxy— and their own.
His fingers slip across that damp little nose, then up across its muzzle nestling behind one mossy ear. Strange, how relaxing it feels despite everything else.]
Listen to me, Eli. Not all who serve Hathaway are our allies. [All those years of training, honing them both by the second, the minute, the year; to say they are unprepared for the task ahead would be a lie. His lips thin, he then corrects:]
no subject
His fingers slip across that damp little nose, then up across its muzzle nestling behind one mossy ear. Strange, how relaxing it feels despite everything else.]
Listen to me, Eli. Not all who serve Hathaway are our allies. [All those years of training, honing them both by the second, the minute, the year; to say they are unprepared for the task ahead would be a lie. His lips thin, he then corrects:]
Not all who serve are my allies.