Bloodhound roared with laughter. "A Half-Breed Vampire against an Alpha Wolf?" He snorted as he cocked his head. "You truly don't know what your on about do you? If I 'surpass every other werewolf' then why have I led them so blindly to death?" His amused posture quickly changed, as he began to fade into the shadow's. He snorted sarcastically. "I'm to much of a coward to stand a chance, so I choose to flee. Goodbye, boy." His image faded instantly, becoming nothing. The amulet around Melissa's neck shattered harmlessly, shard's of it clattering against the ground.
Grand Admiral of the Imperial Remnant.
"This one is constantly thinking, analyzing, strategizing. He showed no fear, but was curious, studying me in turn."
"All thoughts are worth listening to, whether later judged to be of value or not."
"I have no qualms about accepting a useful idea merely because it wasn't my own."
"Butů it was so artistically done."
―Thrawn's last words