Greez Dritus: This isn't good. With the defenses they got our usual tricks just aren't gonna cut it.
Merrin: I can help.
Cere Junda: What are you thinking?
Merrin: A ritual. It will hide the ship. I hope.
Greez Dritus: A ritual.
Cal Kestis: She has a knack for this kind of stuff.
Greez Dritus: Wha- hold, wait, wait a minute. Now, hold on. Now... what is this gonna require?
Merrin: A sacrifice. One of your arms will do nicely.
Greez Dritus: Wait, what?
Merrin: Don't be so serious.
Cere Junda: You did it.
Cal Kestis: We did. I wouldn't be here without all of you. I used to sit on Bracca dreaming about storming Coruscant with survivors from the Jedi Council. Instead, the Order's hopes rest on a gambler, a fallen Jedi, and a failed Padawan. A bunch of screw ups.
Greez Dritus: You can say that again!
Cal Kestis: BD's the only reliable one. He let Cordova wipe his memories so he could stay behind and guide us. But you're both willing to sacrifice everyhing; to keep going even when it seeems impossible.
Cere Junda: Failure's a part of the journey.
Cal Kestis: I get that now. Thank you. All of you.
(Awkward lunch at the ship... Greez is putting salt-like spice in his food, distracted by the dialogue he keeps at it for some time...)
Cere Junda: Cal, when I was captured by the Empire... I resisted. I swore to myself that I would die before I would talk. But then this... Dark shadow came. And he was worse than any... nightmare I could have imagined. And I still fought. But in the end I came apart. And I gave them Trilla. And I know there's nothing I can do to make that right. But Cal, there's still a chance we can save the others on the holocron.
Cal Kestis: Okay, look. The Ninth Sister said something about becoming an Inquisitor, like... Like it's inevitable. But you went through the same thing she did. And you didn't join them.
Cere Junda: Cal...
Cal Kestis: It's okay, Cere.
(BD notices what Greez's been doing the whole time and scans his food...)
Greez Dritus: Hey! Get your lasers off my lunch!
Greez Dritus: Can we talk? I don't know what's going on between you and her. I mean, I figure it's some kind of Jedi thing. But I don't think this is the right time for it.
Cal Kestis: It's not aby of your business.
Greez Dritus: I think it's my business. We're all in this together, aren't we? Hey, Cal... I made a mistake... and I almost got you killed. I'm sorry. I mean, we all make mistakes. Right? (laughs nervously) Maybe not you. (Cal smirks) Hey, why don't you cut her some slack? I'm not saying, do it for me, but you two are the best thing that ever happened in my life. Before you came along, all I cared about was a tight hand on a stiff heater. That's a game term.
Cal Kestis: I know what it is.
Greez Dritus: Cal, life's not a game. Before you two, all I cared about was myself. Easy money. Now it's different.