- Quarrie: Why would I hand over my ship to just any pilot?
- Hera Syndulla: Would *any* pilot risk their life to come to this... death trap?
- Quarrie: Perhaps not. So why did *you*?
- Hera Syndulla: I was a little girl when the Clone War came to Ryloth. My mother hid us below-ground, but I'd peek out when the Republic ships flew over, as they fought to liberate my world. I dreamt of nothing more than to be up there with them.
- Quarrie: So you left your family to fight.
- Hera Syndulla: I left my family so I could fly.
- Quarrie: As a combat pilot.
- Hera Syndulla: If we want freedom, we must make difficult choices. I chose to leave my family, I chose to learn to fly, and then I chose to use that ability to help others in need. It's all rooted in something I can't explain. A need to be up *thereg, because even when there are explosions all around me, and... things are at their worst... I feel like *I'm* at my best.