After complating whether breaking out of this Homeless Center was a good idea or wait until morning, Ethan's visions flared up again. He watched his master die again, the clones killing her with no mercy given. He yelped loudly falling off the bed, his body shaking from the vision. "No, there isn't. They were killed with the Order. No one survived, not even the strong."<br/><br/>Joby rolled his eyes, waiting for the effects to seep into her system. "Dimitria, you're not gonna make it 200 yards before you pass out. Passing out in the streets of thiefs, rogues, and possibly murderers is not something that the Empire wants. They may find you in time, but are you really willing to take that chance?" Joby asked knowing he was right, but he knew how stubborn she was.<br/>"Also, I don't want the credits, you should know that by now..." he trailed off. He felt her anger, which was mostly directed towards him, but he couldn't help trying to get her to stay.