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Before Ziff and L’ulo had a chance to put a foot on the ground, they were swarmed by their closest friends. Standing at a distance, Rey smiled at their infectious enthusiasm. The more time she spent with the Resistance, the more she came to appreciate the closeness they’d forged from the hardships of war. None of them could be certain they would have another day to share. Enduring such an existence alone tended to harden one’s heart, but sharing the burden seemed to create a unique sort of comradery Rey hadn’t known she was missing. In that moment, even the recent tragedy and subsequent disagreements fell away, prompting Rey to store the memory in her mental trove of keepsakes.