Krayt dragons weep burning red. Glowing drops spring from their eyes, like the twin suns born again and again in miniature, and fall from the sky to hit the ground with enough heat to burn the sands to glass. Tears could be seen that night as wheeling flashes of light, outlining the monster's path through the desert.
Reva pounds through the night like a hunting beast, the glow of her blade revealing her position in the dark. The sands fuse to glass where the burning red tip of her lightsaber brushes the ground. The pain in her chest is enough to make another woman weep, but revenge drives her on. Of all the monsters that swarm this planet, she will make herself the greatest.
Krayt dragons weep only twice. The second time is upon their final moments. When they know their time has come they cry for their own deaths. Reva stands over the child she pursued, preparing to take his life. In the moment before death she sees herself, a child pretending to have already passed, trapped in a galaxy where everything she was and everything she'd known had died. That day had been the final moments of Jedi youngling Reva, and her first death haunted her every moment since. Now in the desert, tears burn her eyes, blurring the glow of her lightsaber into red drops as bright as twin suns.
The first time dragons spill tears is upon their hatching. When they fight their way free from confining shells and put their eyes on the great openness of the universe, they weep for the joy of their lives. She brings the boy back to her family and kneels in the dust, hot tears hitting the sand. All the choices waiting in her future spread out before her like bits of delicate shaped glass gleaming in the sunlight. Long ago, a human girl learned not to cry for even the worst pain. That night, a krayt dragon cries because she is alive.