"Thrawn rolled his shoulders in an attempt to make his new tunic fit just a bit better; in time the cloth would become like a second skin, but for now it was still slightly stiff, never worn before today. A new rank badge, silver collar pins, golden epaulets - all placed just so, the effect of the whole undeniably striking. It felt strange; it felt right. A decade of struggle and hard work had led to this; for a man that had never expected to be garbed in white, it was an accomplishment that he was fiercely proud of, despite the event that had led to it. And yet, as he buttoned the cuffs of his sleeves, Thrawn couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. This was a great accomplishment, yes, but it was not his alone. He wondered what Eli would think if he was here to see it. Would the same pride he felt be reflected in the human’s eyes?
He liked to think so.
One day, perhaps, he would find out."
Thank you for those wonderful words @owlpartytime
