#bisections of stars
Beneath the skies of Csilla, separation is all too painful to bear – Ivant keeps the memories as tokens, dissecting them for signs, as if anything has escaped his notice before.
I don’t like the idea of separation, he’d told Thrawn so before his departure; he felt severed from all he knew. (Good day, Lieutenant Vanto – the indifference stings, even though in hindsight Ivant knows – Ivant hopes he was mistaken).
Ivant is Thrawn’s legacy, his gift to the Ascendancy, the problem is Ivant is not satisfied with just being that.
And if Ivant needs to throw his career into the metaphorical depths of Mustafar to get Thrawn back, well, the ‘greater good’ has always been more of Thrawn’s thing than his own.
Ivant is only human, after all.
