When they stopped in the shadow of the canyon, the scavenger offered Finn her canteen with a wordless smile. He didn't drink, just poured some water into his cupped hand to scrub the paint from his face. Waste of water, but he couldn't stand it on him any longer.

He hadn't lost Snoke's armada, that was certain. They were somewhere behind him, roaring across the Wasteland to the sound of war drums, and all he could do was drive.

Most likely, he would die – but he had the scavenger at his side, and he wasn't a War Boy any longer.