They left the cafe and started walking down the street, the argument picking right back up where it left off.
"I still don't get it, Nox," Kendra said, jogging a little to keep up with his long strides. "A mission? What kind of mission? You can't just say that and not tell us what's going on."
"It's my mission, not yours," he said, not looking at her. "You guys have your families to worry about, so just find a place here stay put."
Yeda walked on his other side, looking worried. "But what if you need help? We're a party, we're supposed to help each other."
"I don't need help," he said, though he knew that was probably a lie. That mercenary Lola had almost killed him, and the only reason he was still walking was because of some weird power he barely understood.
