"It wasn't... it wasn't supposed to happen," sobbed Rey, holding her head in her hands as she lay, curled in a ball, in her cot. "I still can't believe it... Temiri... he was so... special." At the young padawan's name, Rey's voice faltered yet again, and new wave of sobs wracked her slim frame.

Finn started to move his hand gently up and down her back, as he sat beside her, watching her with wide, wet eyes. He had never seen her so... broken. Not even after Han.

Across from them both, sat Poe, his face set in stone. "Finn," he said, his voice severe. "Tell me. What the hell is going on? What happened?"

Finn started to speak, but his voice trembled with the memory of seeing the boy's small frame, lying across the rocks. "He was just playing... he thought he could do it... but it was too far."

"Finn!" barked Poe. "Again!"

A good soldier, Finn recognised when his superior office needed fast answers, and a clear head. He gritted his teeth, and started again.

"Rey..." he started, his eyes locking into the General's. "Rey was doing the Leap of Faith training with the padawans earlier today. It's supposed to show how being calm... can help you channel ... whatever it is these kids channel. But something went wrong. She was just showing them what could be possible, eventually...but Terimi..."

"Terimi jumped? How the hell did that happen!?," Poe's tone was incredulous. Even he knew the basics of the Leap of Faith. It was a lesson Rey had read about in the Jedi texts, that demonstrated how secure, and calm emotional states could amplify Force abilities. The Jedi master teaching the lesson would then demonstrate this by placing themselves in some form of meditation, and then - to all sense and purposes - fly over a short, but deep, drop. The depth of the drop was important to show the master trusted themselves.

"Flying requires a constant effort, and constant concentration," he remembered Rey's words when she first started to use the lesson, six or so weeks back. She'd only just started to crack it herself, and had terrified him as she (seemingly effortlessly) had lifted herself across a short, but deep crevice in the foothills above their valley hideout.

He'd been minded to outlaw it then and there, but she had won him over as usual, when he saw the sheer excitement and enthusiasm she had about the lesson. "This is one of the useful ones," she said, showing as usual her respectful, if casual, attitude towards the dusty, ancient books she had recovered from Ahch-To. "It shows why a happiness is crucial to being able to wield the Force. Its exactly what's pure about it. And true."

He'd also been relieved to hear her inference that she, too, was happy. He'd come down hard on her about Kylo Ren, he knew. But he also knew she was large hearted, and large hearts make the best targets, especially for lost, murderous, madmen.

His reverie was interrupted as Rey rolled onto her back, tears rolling down her cheeks. She turned her eyes to his. "It was meant to inspire them... to show them, what's possible. It wasn't a challenge. It wasn't a competition..."

Three of the young padawan's had been starry eyed following her display, Finn continued. Poe listened as he realised that they, in their folly, had tried to recreate her feat.

Temiri, who had been abandoned and held into slavery on Canto Bight, didn't have a chance. His little body had been found, but an hour ago, at the foot of the drop. The other two had fled, presumably out of fear. The Wookie was out looking for them this very moment, but they were running out of time.

Poe shook his head, his face morphing between pain and anger. One padawan dead. Two probably even more messed up than they were when they got here, and god knows if we'll ever find them in time. How are we supposed to rebuild the Force this way? They're as rare as hen's teeth as it is...

"I know," breathed Rey, her sobs slowly passing. Of course, she sensed his dismay and yes, his disappointment. Poe felt himself tense up, his emotions churning both anger at the loss, and also guilt that she knew what he would have said if he had the brutal honesty to say it. I told you this might not work.

Outside, in the distance, the three heard the unmistakable sounds of engines starting up. There was shouts as the community packed the last of its belongings, and readied itself to flee.

Poe grabbed the bag next to him and threw it at Rey, jutting his jaw as he softened his tone. "Either way. Now's not the time. We've got to go."

Perhaps they would have noticed Temiri had gone missing, if the boy hadn't decided to have skip class just as Lando's message had come through.

"They're onto you. Get out."

Perhaps Rey would have recognised how infectious her enthusiasm was, if she wasn't such as young woman herself.

They couldn't be these kid's parents. Not while they were waging a war.