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Thrawn rises as the sun begins to set.
He straightens his white tunic and surveys his surroundings, frowning.
The Chimaera lays half-buried in the ground in the distance, the mound of earth and trees it pushed up when it made planetary impact still shifting and settling, the surface too unstable to climb on.
Not that there is still a reason to do so.
Thrawn slowly walks through the graveyard that has become the final resting place of the Chimaera’s crew. He dug most of the graves himself.
The moon is rising, and the stars are coming out.
A layer of ash covers the ground, undisturbed by his boots as he makes his way to the cliff edge that rises above the dark sea. He looks up, studying the stars; Eli is there, somewhere. He can feel it.
There is a very young man sitting on a large rock, watching him. He does not care. He only cares for Eli, and Eli is not here.
He stands at the edge of the cliff, staring at the faraway stars, until the sun rises.
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Thrawn rises as the sun begins to set.
He straightens his white tunic and surveys his surroundings, frowning. He does not notice the charred edges of the cloth, burned by the fires that had ravaged the forest when the Chimaera crashed.
The Chimaera lays half-buried in the ground in the distance, the mound of earth and trees it pushed up when it made planetary impact covered by a thin layer of new growth, the surface too steep to climb on.
Not that there is still a reason to do so; there is nothing left there to find.
Thrawn slowly walks through the graveyard that has become the final resting place of the Chimaera’s crew. He presumes he dug most of the graves himself, because he does not know anyone else that would have done so.
The moon is rising, and the stars are coming out.
The layer of ash that covered the ground has blown away, replaced by new soil that is undisturbed by his boots as he makes his way to the cliff edge that rises above the dark sea. He looks up, studying the stars; Eli is there, somewhere. He can feel it, even if he can’t feel anything else anymore.
There is a young man sitting on a large rock, watching him. The man speaks to him, but Thrawn ignores it. He does not care for anything the man has to say. He only cares for Eli, and Eli is not here.
He stands at the edge of the cliff, staring at the faraway stars, until the sun rises.
The man speaks again, but he does not hear him.
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Thrawn rises as the sun begins to set.
He straightens his white tunic and surveys his surroundings, frowning. He does not notice the charred edges of the cloth, burned by the fires that had ravaged the forest when the Chimaera crashed, nor the large patch of blood that stains the back, a result of being crushed against the shattered transparasteel viewport of his ship by the starwhales.
The Chimaera lays half-buried in the ground in the distance, the mound of earth and trees it pushed up when it made planetary impact covered by small, new trees and flowers, the surface too steep to climb on.
Not that there is still a reason to do so; the ship itself has been reclaimed by nature, and now is home to birds and other animals. Vines and mosses grow on its exposed surfaces.
Thrawn slowly walks through the graveyard that has become the final resting place of the Chimaera’s crew. He presumes he dug most of the graves himself, because he does not know anyone else that would have done so. He never notices that the grave he appear at each night is his own.
The moon is rising, and the stars are coming out.
The field of grass he walks through is undisturbed by his boots as he makes his way to the cliff edge that rises above the dark sea. He looks up, studying the stars; Eli is there, somewhere. He can feel it, even if he can’t feel anything else anymore, and has not for untold years now.
There is an adult man sitting on a large rock, watching him. The man speaks to him, but Thrawn ignores it. He does not care for anything the man has to say. He only cares for Eli, and Eli is not here.
He stands at the edge of the cliff, staring at the faraway stars until the sun rises; when it does so, he vanishes, fading into mist and smoke.
“Goodbye, Thrawn,” Ezra says, sliding off the rock. He is hungry, and tired, and still has some chores to complete around his camp before he's ready to sleep. “See you tonight.”