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Thrawn nodded; and finally, his eyes turned to Eli. Reflexively, Eli stiffened to attention. Over a year since he’d left the Empire. Over a year since he’d spoken to his onetime commander and mentor. Over a year of feeling like he didn’t belong, without any genuine purpose to his life. Thrawn’s encouragement right now was just what he needed— “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto,” Thrawn said, nodding once and then turning back to Ar’alani.
LMAOOO I’m sobbing.
Eli froze, his own readied greeting freezing in his throat. That was it? Good day, Lieutenant Vanto? All the long months since their last meeting, and that was all the greeting he got? “Of course,” Ar’alani said, turning to follow. “Come, Lieutenant.” “Yes, Admiral,” Eli said, the whole sense of unreality still digging at him. Good day, Lieutenant Vanto …
It was his parents who had to bear the brunt of the stigma, and his former friends in the fleet who had to see his name forever draped with contempt. Which made Thrawn’s aloofness toward him so puzzling. Didn’t he realize what Eli had gone through? What he’d given up for him?
