Small Galaxies

“You may be the last Jedi in all the galaxy,” Wolffe had reminded him, as they lay far apart on a single, rented bed on some nowhere planet. “If you die against him, even if you win, there will be nobody left to remember.”“There would be you.”A shuffle of sheets and the mattress moving under him meant Wolffe was turning over to look at him. He always kept his blind eye towards Plo, a gesture of casual trust that meant the world. Plo didn’t look up at him in return. “You’re an idiot,” Wolffe had growled, as if the suggestion that he would live one day in this galaxy without him was ridiculous. --Plo Koon is rescued, and has to live with living.