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he's getting better and better and has vaped his share of the enemy we've faced. He's brave without being stupid. He's the sort of person who is the Rebellion's backbone and the reason it has succeeded as well as it has."

"What you're saying, Lieutenant Horn, makes me very proud indeed." Jula sighed. "It also fortifies me against anticipating the worst. I imagine your parents are equally worried about you and proud of you."

Corran frowned. "My parents are dead, sir."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

Jula jerked a thumb back toward the sounds of the gathering. "This isn't very easy on you, is it?"

Corran shrugged. "Compared to an Imperial prison, it's actually very nice. The trick of it is that there I had a focus for my negative thoughtsthe people who had me imprisoned. Here there is no such focus."

"Perhaps that means that you should just let your negative thoughts go." Jula patted him on the shoulder. "Nothing wrong with feeling and acknowledging sorrow and pain, Lieutenant Horn. The crime is letting them hold you prisoner. Come on back, and we'll do all we can to set you free."

He's right. Mourning is appropriate, but not here and not now. Corran smiled. "Thanks. I think I will rejoin the group. In fighting the Imps I've been in so many places where I've been reviled, it's great, just for once, to be welcomed so openly and graciously."

"I'm glad you feel that way." Jula threw an arm over Corran's shoulder and steered him back toward the light. "Darklighters believe in treating friends like family and family like friends, and we're always glad to add yet one more to the family."

8

This has to be a dream. A nightmare even. Wedge cracked his left eye open and let it slowly attempt to focus. At first he noticed nothing unusual in the unlit room,
  






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