Inbox

[artistinexile]

You have reached the inbox of the former Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera and the Seventh Fleet, also formerly known as Senior Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo of the Springhawk.

I will return your message promptly.

[The message repeats in six different languages]

Comments

[whatthefudge]

Yeah. Norm is...a lot of people think he's rude or disrespectful, but he's just honest. He doesn't say the polite thing if he doesn't believe it, he doesn't really try to spare other people's feelings. Add in that he's really smart, and he notices the small stuff, and...well, I think maybe he makes other people feel less smart, sometimes.

[artistinexile]

[oh no it's him]

Insightful.

Fortunate he has you to interpret for him.

[This might be a dig from others. From Thrawn it's a genuine compliment]

[whatthefudge]

[Lucy laughs again, softly.]

Oh, I do not do that! I don't even think he'd want me to. But I've known him his whole life, so...I know where he's coming from. We trust each other.

[artistinexile]

He is a fortunate man indeed to have a sibling who understands him.

[whatthefudge]

Thank you.

Did you - have anybody like that? People who understood you?

[artistinexile]

At times, yes.

[Never two together, and never for long enough]

Their insights were invaluable. I admit to some...well-placed nostalgia now when I think of them.

But the gulf of time and space is challenging to cross.

[whatthefudge]

I'm sorry, Thrawn. I hope you can make friends here too.

[artistinexile]

Thank you. I have some potentials in the works.

[whatthefudge]

That's super! Now you can add one more.

[artistinexile]

You wish to be friends.

[whatthefudge]

Yep!

[artistinexile]

Hmmn.

I am honored to accept.