It becomes whatever those telling it need it to be. [For Thrawn, this is casual conversation. It is familiar, and engaging, and laced with deeper observations about the world around them— as well as the ones who interpret it. He shrugs on his coat, securing its fasteners with deft precision. Imperial facade snapped back into place.]

A warning against straying too far from what is expected and known, a balm when hope would otherwise be lost. Morality, philosophy, aspirations— lies with greater purpose.

But then the truth is also a matter of perspective.

[He had been wary at first, uncertain that his companion would ever truly commit to the task at hand, much less complete it fully— yet now he restructures his initial assessment, and once his uniform is fitted to exacting specifications, he fishes out an equal portion of their gathered seeds, extending it in an open offer.]

Your freedom.