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It’s foolish, but her entire business model is rooted in foolishness. One person should not warrant risking herself and her crew–particularly a person she doesn’t actually know. A person who, even by the masters’ estimations, is not worth the time or effort.

Still, she ignores her orders and turns around. Because that look in Rey’s eyes reminds her of herself at their age, scrambling for some sense of control or stability. There were few people in her life then, and she would have watched worlds burn in order to keep them safe.

She understands.

And she nearly loses Rey because of her choice. She believed them when they said they’d come back, and she clung to that while she and Nix ran. Then, whiplashed about, they’re spinning right back towards where they left Rey, or maybe where Rey left them.

Among the rubble and the trees, Nix hones in on Rey’s location.

They’re alive, holding on like a sliver of light while the sun goes down.

Lord Hoth’s reprimands don’t much faze Dia. His tongue isn’t nearly as sharp as her mother’s, or her sister’s. The jedi and the republic should know better than to expect any sort of true loyalty from criminals–particularly criminals with an unrelated agenda. Perhaps if she’d chosen to join the cause, instead of being blackmailed into it, everyone would be a little bit happier.

She suspects no matter what she does, good or bad, it won’t much change Hoth’s opinion of her. After seeing all that she’s seen, her regard for his Army of Light is rather dim.

Before disembarking from The Pride, she tells Tovra to keep the navicomputer and engines ready. Dia may be foolish and a coward, but she’s alive and she’s made it this far. Dying for anyone beyond her crew is unacceptable. She wasn’t able to save Rain today, but if she can keep the young jedi on her crew safe, then that is a path she is willing to walk.

After Lord Hoth’s dismissal, Andy and Nix split away, stalking off in different directions. For being so supposedly unemotional, they’re both quite good at playing the moody teen. Dia waits a moment or two before she turns to Rey and hugs them tight and quick.

She steps back, but keeps her hands on their arms. “We’ll try to get her back,” she vows.

Rey looks older than they are. Tired, paler than normal. They blink at her, and dissolve into tears. Dia ushers them back onto the ship. She casts a searching glance behind her, ready to glare at any onlookers.

Yes, perhaps her priorities are flawed, skewed, potentially fatal. Even so, if she can keep Rey, Andy, and Nix safe, then maybe they can all somehow stop another child from being lost to the darkness. She is willing to fight for that.

Frankly, she’ll leave all the big-picture nonsense to the jedi masters.