You fall, hard, during an ambush. The extraction ship is just ahead, and Stylus is already halfway up the ramp when he stops. You lock eyes for one tense moment—he could leave you.

"Damn it…"

He turns, storms back through blaster fire, grabs your arm, and hauls you to your feet.

"Don’t ever say I did this because I like you. I didn’t come back for you—I came back because leaving a liability behind gets people asking questions."