[There is something about Naboo that resonates with him. Its a kinship that he had not known himself to have, and it makes him feel as if he is adrift in a river. Padmé Amidala may not have been particularly strong with the Force, but he could almost sense her presence in the room. His hand rests on the arm of the throne, in wistful rememberance. He’d never be worthy of her legacy, but even though he has accepted that...]
I felt something.
[...he can’t help but lust to have a piece of it, even now. But that life was done. Rey was the Empress now, and frankly the galaxy was better for it. It was not his preferred outcome, but it was better than other alternatives. If only he could convince her to get rid of Thrawn.]
Do you? Or are you just here for the chair?
[He finally looks up at her, hands folded behind his back in deference.]
just let it happen
I felt something.
[...he can’t help but lust to have a piece of it, even now. But that life was done. Rey was the Empress now, and frankly the galaxy was better for it. It was not his preferred outcome, but it was better than other alternatives. If only he could convince her to get rid of Thrawn.]
Do you? Or are you just here for the chair?
[He finally looks up at her, hands folded behind his back in deference.]