Cuia
"I'm going to miss them. Both of them." Jake said sadly, his visor having shifted to black and emotionless.
Yes, Jake's hiding his feelings.
Cuia lit the pyre, wiping away a tear when nobody was looking. They had fashioned a funeral pyre out of pine and some flowers, laying some pictures of both Milo and Jyn on top of the wreath of wildflowers at the bottom.
"May they find peace, when it never came to them in life." he said, his voice cracking.
Terri had gone silent for eight hours now, not eating, but still drinking.
Her eyes looked like her soul had every bit of life carved out of it, her feathers in disarray, some peeking out from under the top layer of her feathers, while there were assorted leaves caught in them.
But Nathan had taken the worst of it.
Everyone had to hold him down, eventually knocking him unconscious.
He's spent the past few hours sobbing, and had never really recovered, being extremely emotional when asked about it.
Zazilie and Arc had apparently decided to not focus on the topic, probably guessing it wasn't a good idea to ask about it.
Cuia, being the first person who'd made friends with him, was feeling destroyed about Milo's death, which he himself witnessed through binoculars.
I'll miss him. Milo, why did you do it? You needed us, needed me.
He coughed, wiping more tears away.
We could have helped you, and you...
I'll miss you, old friend.
You won't go unavenged.
He looked over at Nathan, who was having similar thoughts about Jyn while wiping his cheek.
We'll make sure of it.
Cuia cleared his throat.
"Alright. I get it, they're gone."
Everyone was looking at him with surprised expressions, startled at his sudden brisk attitude.
"But we won't let them go unavenged. We're taking the fight to the SkyWings. Even though there may be innocents-"
He glanced at Nathan.
"-Victory doesn't come without sacrifice."
Nathan nodded, fire flickering in his eyes.
"Jake, you'll be on the rear. Make sure nothing gets through."
Jake straightened, his visor glowing orange as he shouldered his shotgun. "I'm a man on fire."
"Good. Terri, you'll be making sure nothing gets too close." he gestured to her spear.
"How far does that thing go?"
A pillar of flame shot out of it, going at least eleven feet in the air. A signal for 'Far enough.'
"Great. Nathan, you're in the front. You know what to do."
Nathan twirled his sword, fire at his fingertips. "I'll be pressing. I know."
Cuia sighed, looking at Arc and Zazilie.
"Uh, you guys can uh, do whatever suits you."
Arc spun his revolver on one of his talons. "Oh. Okay. Hey, do you want to help them, or should we find a way out of here? I mean, it's your choice, really. I kinda...have to come with you…" he asked Zazilie, looking up at the dragon-like Lastian.
Riiiiiiight. Sure, crazy loverboy.
Whatever they choose, I hope it's the right choice. Jake does have something that can take them back, I'm sure.
Oh boy.
Here goes everything.