“They really don’t want to talk about her, do they?” Nath Tensent laughed long and loud and embittered. “No, they don’t,” he agreed, glancing from General Syndulla to the smoke in the distance. This time the plumes were from fireworks rather than rioters, though he supposed the former could’ve been in the hands of the latter. “Can you blame them? Quell was their commander. Losing her like we did—” “Are you certain she’s lost?” “Possible she made it out,” Nath admitted, and shrugged. “If she did, though…makes it more complicated.”
