[Thrawn has no clothing except what has been issued to him; has no real concept of fashion, anyway, and thus arrives in his standard military work-out gear himself. He walks with purpose, but there's an air to him that speaks of distraction, malaise, and sadness.
His pupils are visible, which is rare; ordinarily his eyes are glowing, blazing red in darkness. Here he appears weary, like the years have suddenly caught up with him.
He stands at attention near Abel, at parade rest, silent and watchful in a detached sort of curiosity]
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His pupils are visible, which is rare; ordinarily his eyes are glowing, blazing red in darkness. Here he appears weary, like the years have suddenly caught up with him.
He stands at attention near Abel, at parade rest, silent and watchful in a detached sort of curiosity]