Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, among the other Jedi at Ganner Rhysode's funeral.
As the Jedi file out, Luke approaches Seha, who is being comforted by Saba and Raynar Thul.
Luke. Hey, Seha. I'm really sorry.
Saba glares at Luke.
Seha. You know, Ganner carried your holograph. He looked at it right before we went into battle. You meant a lot to him. You made the last year the best of his life.
Seha sobs.
Saba. Good work, Luke.
Seha. No, it's all right. Thank . . . thank you, Luke. I should go.
Saba. You want company?
Seha shakes her head and exits.
She is stronger than she lookz. She will survive.
Luke. You could help with that. You could honor Ganner's memory by fighting with us.
Saba. That's not this one's problem. Her cabin doesn't get honor, this one does not fight.
Luke. All right. I didn't want to bring this up. But you owe me one. You'd be rotting in Monarg's lair in the Unknown Regions if it wasn't for me.
Saba. Any other favor, Luke. Not this. The children of Yun-Yammka have been dissed too many timez. And don't think this one does not know what those shenbitz say about her behind her back.
Luke. So what? You're just going to let Palpatine crush us?
Saba. If you want this one's help so bad, tell Tekli to give usss the swoop.
Luke. You're being selfish.
As Saba charges at Luke, Raynar steps between them.
Raynar. Bloah, you guys. Saba, you know, maybe he's got a point.
Saba. [sneers] Not you too.
Exit Saba.
Raynar. Hey, wait. I just meant . . . Saba, wait.
Raynar runs after Saba.
Exit all.
