Luke watched the happenings outside the Pillory in worry and frustration. He was worried for the sake of his loved ones and the outcome of battle, frustrated that he couldn’t be out in the mix having a greater effect. Wedge would have argued that as leaders they needed to put aside their personal preferences and direct the battle from the capital ships, using their aged wisdom. That didn’t make it any easier on the pilot inside of him. * * * Zeya glared at him from under her ebony bangs. “I was driven back. I escaped back to you. Would you rather I had died in pursuit of your whore?” * * *