Ben rolls Daree over so she's lying on her side, her tendrils arranged smoothly behidn her. He then reaches one hand up to cover Ibani's on his shoulder.

"Don't be," he says. "She died well." He doesn't need to be spared anything.

He drops his hand and stands, glancing over at the blockade of droid corpses and nods at her, setting off at a run towards the best positioned maintenance hatch.

"Not bad work with the droids. Almost as good as my old clone commander."

He misses Cody.