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Palpatine’s throne room, several hours later
Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Pain.
Fear.
Discomfort.
These were the emotions that fueled a Dark Lord of the Sith. A Sith Lord fed on the negative emotions of others like oxygen.
Sidious tormented even those closest to him. In truth, they were the easiest to consternate. How delightful it had been to watch Krennic and Tarkin squirm.
Though Thrawn had surprised him. Sidious could sense he had seen through the ruse, but his words had been ambiguous. It was almost as if Thrawn did not know whether or not Sidious wanted to him to acknowledge the falumpaset in the room—or perhaps he didn't want to spoil the joke.
Sidious was impressed. But then, Thrawn was no sycophant. Sidious had known this for a long time.
His lips curled into a sadistic grin as he contacted Lord Vader.