"So. We died." "Yes, we died," Fives confirms. Even though his hands are steady on Echo's shoulders, his voice trembles. "We all… remember?" Everyone nods. Droidbait shudders, and shuffles closer to Cutup. "How is that possible?" he mutters. "We're not Jedi. We can't… see the kriffing future, or whatever it was. We can't—it's not possible. How could we all have had the same dream?"