Daddi didn't know what was worse: the fact that his little girl was dead, or that his wife was taking it so hard. She hadn't stopped crying since the hypercomm message had arrived, and he didn't blame her. He was little better off, to be sure; he had known that this might happen, that with Laera being a Marine, the chances were high that she would become a casualty in the continuing war against the Mandalorian invaders. This did not make the pain of her death any easier to bear. “Please excuse me, but are you the Reyolés?” a polite, well-educated female voice asked from behind them. — — —