I’m re-reading Heir to the Empire
And Thrawn talks (oh so wistfully) about how he destroyed and entire planet because of his failure to understand their art.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at Thrawn’s melodramatic delivery. He sounds like he hangs out with Space!Byron.
One day I’ll get around to drawing him overlooking a foggy moor, wearing a yellow waistcoat with his hair styled a la Brutus.