“Yes, sir,” Yularen said. “His body was found and identified in one of the outer areas, where the damage was less severe. He was probably checking on the perimeter.” He hesitated. “Possibly preparing to stand alongside the defenders there.”
“Yes,” Thrawn said.
And so it was over. The path had ended. The pattern was broken.
The song of the Nightswan was silenced.
The galaxy would be the worse for its loss.
~
No, not my last post about Nightswan by any means.
After all, all my series are open, no one truly concluded.
But on this gloomy November morning, I feel I want to stress again how regretful Thrawn is when life, any life, is lost without a purpose.
How his sense of duty and leadership prevents him from dismissing a failure as the sole responsibility of someone else selfish actions.
And I am deeply so moved by his scarred soul.
"All people have regrets. Warriors are no exceptions.
One would hope it was possible to distinguish between events caused by one’s carelessness or lack of ability and those caused by circumstances or forces beyond one’s control. But in practice, there is no difference. All forms of regret sear equally deeply into the mind and soul. All forms leave scars of equal bitterness.
And always, beneath the scar, lurks the thought and fear that there was something else that could have been done. Some action, or inaction, that would have changed things for the better. Such questions can sometimes be learned from. All too often, they merely add to the scar tissue.
A warrior must learn to set those regrets aside as best he can. Knowing full well that they will never be very far away."
~
[This Thrawn's journal entry is a Zahn's masterpiece]
[Photo: for lifting the mood of this pretty heavy post, I am sharing an adorable Thrawn chibi pin by @ritarussiandoll_pins. Art by the always talented @junchan_nyan_art]
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