Videsse sat on the floor in the passenger bay of the Firespray, her left hand resting on the head of PZ-85. A red-stained bandage was wrapped around her right thigh, quelling the bleeding.
Terrah entered from the cockpit, still wearing her helmet and carrying a medical kit. She approached Videsse and knelt down by her side.
"Looks like it's going to be a long trip back to the galaxy. I've got us coming into the Kessel sector. Not ideal, but it's the closest place that we can refuel. It's lucky that we are even able to get there," Terrah said.
Videsse said nothing. She just looked down at the broken droid, his eyes dead of light.
"Here," Terrah continued. "Let me look at that leg."
She began to unwrap the leg carefully. Videsse allowed her; but remained silent, absorbed in the fear of losing her last connection with her mother.
The wound was black with charred flesh. The carbon crust was fractured at places showing glistening pink tissue beneath, but no bleeding.
Terrah winced at seeing it. "It's deep," she said. "But not to the bone. Nothing a night in a Bacta tank wouldn't fix. We'll get you to a med center as soon as we can."
"No," Videsse resisted. "I'll be fine." Her voice was weak and disheartened.
"Well," Terrah resumed. "It looks like you'll heal; but without medical treatment, you will probably have a limp."
"Whatever," Videsse said, her voice even lower, almost inaudible.
Terrah knew this was a poor decision for a bounty hunter. "If you want to keep bounty hunting, you'd better get that fixed," she tried to convince her.
Videsse did not answer. There was silence between them while Terrah applied a Bacta salve and re-bandaged the leg. Bacta salve was a poor substitute for a tank, but it was better than nothing.
Once finished Terrah broke the silence. "Where do you want me to take you? Home?"
"No," Videsse replied. "Nar Shaddaa. I need to find a new ship, and I've got a friend there that can help me." Videsse went to remove her helmet.
"No," Terrah said, putting her hand on Videsse's. "Didn't Boba teach you anything? Don't take off your helmet."
Videsse lowered her hands slowly. "You know him," she stated, finally looking up from the droid.
"Knew him," Terrah corrected. "A long time ago."
Videsse nodded. "He's gonna hate me for this. All of this: Getting shot, losing my pistols, Blade-4, and . . . He didn't know I was bounty hunting—thought I was just runnin' supply runs."
Terrah nodded, understanding Videsse. "Boba tends to hate the things he loves most. Don't worry about that," Terrah said. "And I'm sure he's known about your hunts for a while."
Videsse could not argue with either of Terrah's statements. Videsse looked back to the droid. She inhaled deeply and tried to wipe her nose through her helmet. She dropped her arm quickly, realizing how foolish it must have looked.
"You asked if there was something wrong with my droid," she said in a quivering voice. Her fingers traced the metal seams of his shattered shoulder. "There is." She sniffed. "It's . . . It's my fault."
Terrah leaned up against the wall and sat beside Videsse.
Videsse continued. "Tryin' to hide my hunts, I kept wiping his memory banks." She sniffed again. "I was losing a little of him every time. First the twitches, then the stuttering, then his balance, and now-" Her voice trailed off. She couldn't finish the sentence. Her chest heaved with an inhale, but she tried desperately to hold in sobs. "I understand, Sun."
Terrah was confused. "Understand what?"
"I understand why you left your daughter," Videsse replied, a cry bursting out.
Terrah did not expect her own tears to fall, but they did. Nor did she expect that her arm would find its way over Videsse's shoulder, but it did. Videsse leaned in, hiccoughing with each cry. "If I lose him, I don't know what I'll do," she whimpered.
Terrah swallowed the painful knot in her throat. "There is still hope, Ohara," Terrah comforted. She made a wet inhale, herself, and hugged Videsse. "We can hope that the things we have broken can still be repaired."
They held each other for a long time, sharing their sorrow and their hope.