It was sweet of her to say, he thought, looking up at her with a sad fondness. She had not come looking for this, and one day, she would go again. But if every moment here could be his last, then it followed that he should live each for itself.

"I'm not sure this is what the Force had in mind."

His left hand is caught in hers, and reflexively he raises his right to trace the edge of her face. It's only after he makes contact that he remembers it's not flesh, and he freezes, metal fingers clenching a little in consternation. What a time to start feeling self-conscious...