“As soon as we locate your world, we will learn its condition. What is its name, if I may ask?” “We do not share that with outsiders,” the Magys said stiffly. “Ah,” Thrawn said. “Well, then, for our convenience, we’ll name it Sunrise.” The Magys’s tongues darted out. “You mock our destruction?” “Not at all,” Thrawn said. “I choose to nurture hope.” “There is no hope.” “We will know soon enough,” Thrawn said. “Until then, I will hold to hope.”
