After Thrawn's final defeat:
"And what now, General Syndulla? Am I to be put on trial for trying to bring order to galaxy in chaos? How long do you think that will last?"
"You will pay for your crimes, Thrawn."
"You don't realize victory has defeated you. Put me on trial and the galaxy will hear me, kill me and violate all the principles you and your Jedi friends hold dear. "
"You're right General. You won't get the executioners chair.
"I am glad you see some reason, at least. Trying to be a good role model for your boy, perhaps."
Hera, eyes narrowing like a sniper: "If the Rebellion killed you, that would send the wrong message."
"But thankfully, the Empire has made enemies far less renown for their hospitality."
Covered in the blood of imperials from head to toe, giving her skin a red sheen, Devon Izara stands in the gateway. Her eyes lock onto Hera's, who simply nods.
"Remember, Admiral, there are some things far more frightening then death."
With a simple wave of her hand, Thrawn is pulled towards Devon through the Force, dragged away to the depths of the hell that awaits him...