Omega: Tech won't let me train until I can recite all the ship's specifications from memory.

Hera Syndulla: Specs are only half of it. Flying is... It's about a feeling.

Omega: What do you mean?

Hera Syndulla: When I close my eyes and picture myself up there, I feel it. The instruments help guide you, but you plot your course. You're free.

Omega: So you're a pilot?

Hera Syndulla: No. Not yet. But one day.