Chapter Thirty-Three: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙.
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Nothing had been mentioned when you woke up. Nothing at all.
But what else did you expect? Honestly, you didn't know what you were thinking when you had practically asked him to hold you. It had not been your drowsiness or your sick condition that prompted you into doing such things without your own consent. No, definitely not. You had done it consciously. You could fool everyone else all you want, blame it all on the remedy that made you sleepy, make them believe that you didn't actually want the Mandalorian to hold you—but there would be one single person who simply would not believe it.
You.
Because it was not true. You hadn't done it because you were so exhausted that you did not realize what you were doing. What you were asking him to do. On the contrary—you had done it because you wanted to. Genuinely. As strange as it sounded to admit it, you had wanted it and there was no denying it to yourself anymore. You had done it because it felt good. To have the entirety of his attention, to have him care for you so gently, to have him hold you and keep your warm—it had all felt so damn good. It had been worth the tense silence that followed after you awoke and lifted yourself up with the still-sleeping you infant in your arms. Din was awake but neither of you could bring yourself to utter a single word, not even a simple good morning. So you left. Downstairs, with the Child, your tangled hair and fresh-from-sleep look on your face. But your mind still meandered, wandering off to him. He had been so warm. So comfortable. So mindful of you. It had surprised you, even. Whatever you presumed he would do was definitely not that—but it was not like you minded anyway. His attention had been something you hadn't realized you yearned for, secretly. Although you would never dare mention it to him. It was something that not even you were conscious of—something that had been locked up within you for a while.
Somehow, Din had unlocked something about you. But you could not tell what exactly. It had not been something that happened overnight, though. It started happening for a while but you hadn't noticed it. Somehow, you felt as if you could forgive Din for what he had done in the past. Even if he never revealed the true purpose behind it all, you just may forgive him. Somehow, you preferred to stay wit him. Not stay with a Jedi. Because it had been serene. You had felt at peace. As if as long as you had him besides you and there for you, you didn't need a Jedi. You didn't want a Jedi to teach you anymore... But you had soon realized it was all your imagination. Of course you needed a Jedi to help you, or else you could not control yourself—and you had accepted that rather quickly. You could not change your mindset—and you were not sure how it had altered so abruptly. But it was probably best for you to forget it all. You could not deviate from your mission.
It was not like he felt the same anyway.
He only held you because it was common sense. To keep you alive rather than freezing to your death with a high fever. He did not do it because he truly cared for you. More because it was the right thing to do. There was nothing more to it, really. Nothing else to believe or think. Your imagination was simply getting the best of you and you absolutely despised it. Sometimes it brought false scenarios that raided your brain and gave you hope. But you didn't need that hope. You could live without it.
"—seats are scarce, buddy. Everyone seated needs to eat." There had been an ongoing conversation between the Mandalorian and the Quarren who seated your trio on a table in this inn that the Frog Lady had directed to. But only now did you realize you had been completely zoned out, deep in your thoughts the entire trek towards here. The Quarren set his gaze on you then, before speaking, "What about you?"
Truly, you hadn't noticed how enraptured in your head you were until now—seated across from Din and the Child on a table, a bowl set in front of the kid. Straight after leaving Froggy with her husband, he had stated that he had caught sight of Mandalorians leaving this inn—and so that is what you are here for. To finally find these Mandalorians who may have a lead on a Jedi. Now that you were completely conscious of your surroundings, you briefly scanned the area. The restaurant was packed and occupied mainly by other Quarrens and Calamari, although there were several other species around. You and Din may be the only humans here. But there were no signs of Mandalorians other than Din present here, which was a bit disheartening. You certainly hoped these efforts were not in vain. The place... definitely did not have a very pleasant smell. The scent of alcohol and saltwater mixed together was quite repugnant to your nose all of a sudden—but you couldn't do anything about the nausea that you were beginning to feel again. While you already felt entirely normal and no longer sick, it seemed that particular effect hadn't disappeared yet.
Through your cracked visor, you looked at the waiter and shook your head in response. "I'm not hungry."
Din gave you a weird look across the table—or, well, you assumed he was giving you a weird look underneath the mask. All you noted was a slight tilt of his head, which likely indicated confusion towards your answer. After all, you did say earlier that you would like to eat something since you were feeling quite hungry. But your unexpected nausea returning had pushed away any craving for food you had quickly. Nevertheless, Din set his suspicion aside and didn't mention anything about it, instead continuing to converse with the Quarren before he kicked you guys out. "I can buy something else," Din uttered lowly, setting a few spare credits on the furniture and sliding it forwards. "Information."
The Quarren's slippery fingers quickly snatched the currency, discreetly concealing it within one of his pockets.
Then, "Have you seen others that look like me?"
The creature glanced around carefully for a split second, as if making certain nobody was eavesdropping into this conversation. He reached overhead for a tube which contained the chowder the Child ordered, dumping it into his bowl—pretending to he occupied with serving you guys rather than showing that he had been successfully bribed. "Others with beskar have been through here," he stated, speaking in a slightly hushed voice. Your ears perked at that. At least Froggy nor the Frog Man had been lying when they said there were Mandalorians on Trask. You simply hoped that you could locate them.
"Where are they?"
"They are not here right now," the Quarren acknowledged your question. "But I know someone who can help."
With that, he stepped away.
Underneath the tint of your visor, your eyes tracked the Quarren. Watching as he approached another one of his kind, you awaited him to later return. While you did hope that his lead on these Mandalorians were not false, you were also secretly... hesitant, maybe. Regret was not the reason for it. But with Din beginning to occupy your mind even further... you just didn't know what to do. Whether you should act on whatever this is or... leave it be. The latter may be the superior option. It would probably save you from more trouble. It was just, you couldn't help but wonder... if yourself and the Child left with the Jedi, wouldn't that leave Din completely alone?
Well, he had been fine before you and the Child sneaked into his life, right? He should be okay afterwards. Precisely like he had been alright after your departure from the Razor Crest. He should be okay...
"You're not hungry?" Din's distorted voice interfered with your thoughts. "Earlier, you told me you were."
Your gaze shifted to him, meeting with the tinted slit of his visor. "I was, I'm just... nauseous right now. I don't know, I guess I'm not fully recovered yet. The smell here isn't exactly helping either."
Din made a noise of understanding at that. "Once we're back in the Crest, you can have more of the remedy."
Why—so you could fall drowsy and Din would hold you again?
"Okay."
You wouldn't mind that, actually.
The Child's abrupt squealing had interrupted whatever conversation followed afterwards—if there was even going to be another conversation between yourself and Din. Apparently, the kid's meal hadn't been cooked correctly... or even killed properly. If they even tried to kill it. Now there was some strange-looking miniature octopus attached to the baby's face, him struggling to pull the creature off his head. You didn't panic since it seemed rather harmless... but it truly was an unappetizing sight.
"Don't play with your food," Din voiced, briefly revealing his vibroblade and stabbing the octopus once—to which it dropped dead immediately. The Child peered down into his bowl, carefully observing the creature and making completely certain that it was dead. You chuckled and gave him a gentle pat on the head. He really had received quite the fright from his presumably cooked food. He lifted his wide eyes, stared at you for a second—and you smiled, nodded once to reassure him that it was alright now.
Afterwards, another Quarren appeared at your table, occupying the only available seat remaining. His voice was deep and sonorous as he spoke, "Hmm... You seek others of your kind?"
"Have you seen them?"
"Aye," he answered Din's inquiry. "I can bring you to them."
While that did sound wonderful, the way he chuckled quietly had been a slight cause for suspicion. That definitely caught your attention. Maybe he was not leading you to them and was instead bringing you someplace else... in order to take the Child as bounty and bring him to the Empire. The baby was still wanted by the Empire, despite your efforts back on Nevarro, so that was something you would need to watch for. Beskar was also becoming increasingly valuable by the second, so that was another thing to look out for. Or... perhaps it were that you were still discreetly hoping that these Mandalorians could not be located. That way, you would't have to separate yourself from the Child or Din. Even though... that was inevitable. It would happen eventually, sooner or later, whether you found the Jedi or the Mandalorians or not. But no matter what you wanted, you reckoned you shouldn't even focus or ponder so much over this. You had no clue why the hell you were even contemplating your decision lately. It was rather irritating because the notion of staying with them wouldn't stray from your mind... Why did it all change overnight?
Well... perhaps it had not been overnight. Maybe it had been since the whole fresh-out-of-the-shower dilemma. Or the hot springs thing. Who knows, maybe it had started since Tatooine—you simply hadn't realized because you were so overwhelmed with your rage, frustration, irritation, everything. When you saw Din arrive at that small town the first time, there had been no words to explain what you felt. But maybe that had been when it had all started over again. When those feelings you thought were gone... returned. But all this needed to be washed out of your mind. No matter what you desired. It simply was not something possible. Not something in your reach.
"Where?" Din asked.
"Only a few hours' sail. It'll cost you, though."
Din had then sorted things out with the Quarren—but you had failed to listen in... because you suddenly felt overwhelmingly sick.
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You had been strangely distant and unspeaking after you returned from the refresher—explaining that you had felt sick... Well, you had been acting like that since you woke up—but for some reason, it was worse now. It had doubled. You hardly ever glanced towards his direction and practically seemed numb to reality the whole trip to the boat. Whether it were because of what occurred the previous night or what, Din could not tell. Perhaps you were hiding something, or... he didn't know. Really. All he knew was that you never acted like this. Even when things became awkward, you occasionally made an effort to rid of the tension between you two. And... he was beginning to think that maybe he had taken it all much too far. Maybe he shouldn't have held you to keep you warm. Everything worsened because of that. Now, you probably didn't even want to be near him—because he had done it without your own consent.
It wasn't like you wanted anything to do with him anyway...
Still, though. It hurt. It definitely did. Yet he couldn't do anything about it. Acting upon this likely wouldn't end well either way... He couldn't apologize. Too late. Too late for that. Too late to apologize for anything. There was no way you would forgive him—and there was no way he deserved your forgiveness. While you were quiet for your own reason, this was what kept him silent as well. That was probably why the both of you were practically noiseless. Because you were both preoccupied with something plaguing your minds.
Din released a barely audible sigh. As he stood side-by-side with you near the edge of the boat, you both stared out into the ocean as the watercraft navigated through the aggressive waves. Din was quiet. So were you. Apparently, so was the Child but that was probably due to the fact that he had licked that bowl of chowder clean, and was yawning every now and then. If only that were the case with you—that you were full. But you had not eaten anything. There was definitely something bothering you but Din wasn't sure what to believe. He wished he could see your face underneath your mask but that was impossible with your tinted visor. He imagined you must feel the same way with him. Trying to read someone's true emotions yet being unable to see their face was not simple. Maybe you were simply hesitant about this whole thing—these Calamari and Quarrens transporting you guys someplace neither of you recognized. It was a bit daunting and perhaps not the wisest decision, but he had to risk it. Or else neither of you would find the Jedi you sought out for. This may be the only lead for a while.
"So..."
Your distorted voice instantly caught his attention. His visor shifted to meet with yours, expecting you to continue—but he was also slightly taken aback that you had finally spoken a word to him.
"...how come you're so quiet?"
Apparently, he was the one being unusually quiet here. He didn't miss the hardly noticeable joking tone in your voice, though. That relieved him. At least you weren't angry with him for whatever reason, or for last night... That was a good thing. Din shifted on his feet, returned his gaze towards the ocean again. Then, plainly, "I should be asking you the same thing."
You didn't reply.
That was when Din's head turned to you again. "You're okay, right?"
Your immediate answer was a nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a little seasick, I guess."
He wasn't exactly... convinced.
And you could definitely tell.
"And maybe a little... stressed. About all this."
Din sighed again. That made a bit more sense. "You could've told me and stayed in the Crest. You didn't have to come."
"It's fine." Your shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "I'll get over it."
While the whole 'stressed' thing made slightly more sense, he didn't entirely believe it still. It was true—maybe you were stressed, but were you truly stressed about this? It could be something else you were stressed about... and you were hiding it for a reason. He didn't blame you, though. It wasn't like he was someone you felt you could confide in anyway. Not after everything that's happened in the past.
You had a feeling you did not convince him, either. But you didn't try to spark another conversation anymore. It wasn't like you could anyway, because one of ship's crewmate's had come up besides you. The Quarren eyed the infant in his floating crib for a second. Then, "You ever see a mamacore eat? Child might take an interest."
The Child, seemingly comprehending his suggestion, had prattled curiously. You, on the other hand, weren't too keen on the idea... While you never had the chance to previously observe a mamacore in person, they were the type of creature that shouldn't be messed with. So, you would prefer to remain far from one of those sea monsters. Glancing towards the Mandalorian besides you, it was pretty evident that he wasn't exactly willing—but the Quarren continued insisting anyway, and so you both agreed that you could watch at a distance. They were feeding the mamacore its own meal, so it wasn't like it was going to attempt to take one of you down anyway.
Rather reluctantly, your trio approached what seemed like a tank below. Hidden underneath a large grate, the container withheld gallons of seawater and undoubtedly accommodated the mamacore within it. The bubbles spreading across the water was a definite indication that the sea creature resided inside—but you couldn't help but wonder whether the tank were too compact for it to even move around liberally. It seemed remarkably small to hold a mamacore, but perhaps they were not as large as you initially imagined they were.
"Get a good view. Let the kid see."
"Alright. Close enough." Din halted just before the aquarium, with yourself and the Child stopping besides him.
The baby, absolutely intrigued, slightly lifted his body out of his pram in order to peer down into the bubbling seawater. Gently, you lifted your hand and pushed him back into the safety of his carrier, whispering a low "Careful, kid." The last thing you needed was him falling into the tank and devoured whole by the starving mamacore. Your visor moved to watch a net—filled with fish and all sorts of marine life that were previously captured—appearing overhead, hanging straight above the waters and eventually being dumped inside. The scent of dead fish was actually quite repugnant, but you attempted to keep that off your mind in order to keep something else entirely off your mind (something that you wished to ignore, but... probably shouldn't be). In a matter of seconds, the fish sunk deeper into the saltwater and disappeared. The mamacore hadn't emerged yet, but you imagined it must be waiting for its food to submerge even further so it wouldn't have to surface.
"She must be hungry," informed a Quarren behind you. Your head turned to watch him for a second, eyeing the staff he held firmly in his grip. "Oftentimes we'll feed her in the early morning, but we missed that 'cause we were goin' out of port—!"
Next thing you knew, the Child had... actually been devoured whole by the mamacore.
Truly, it happened much too quickly for either Din or yourself to even react. But that exact staff the Quarren held, had been the staff utilized to abruptly shove the floating pram directly above the tank—and without hesitation whatsoever, the sea monster emerged from the water and snatched him. Whether or not the carrier had shut closed in time or not, you had not stuck around enough to notice because you had dived straight in. Mere seconds later, you could feel Din plunging into the tank as well. This may have been exactly what these damned fish-men wanted, but there had been no other option. Maybe there were other choices, but... you definitely had no time to elect which one seemed superior.
You could feel Din's presence directly behind you as you descended further down, until you reached the mamacore. It was uglier up close. Definitely. Its tentacles were protecting its jaws it seemed—encasing itself within its limbs in order to prevent you from stealing its meal. But you didn't care. Your fingers gripped the slippery arms, pulled back harshly, with all your strength—but there were a few factors that made this all the more difficult. One, you were underwater and each of your movements were absolutely sluggish. Two, the tentacles were slimy and nearly impossible to grab. And three, the damned sea monster was much too powerful to handle by yourself. Din had likely surfaced already, in an effort to somehow get yourselves out of this situation in a simpler way—but you doubted there was another solution to this. You either rescued the Child right here, or allow this monster to swallow him whole. Which you would never permit. Even if your oxygen depleted, you weren't leaving this scenario until the Child escaped safe and sound. Luckily, though, your mask provided you with air for an extended amount of time—although you couldn't recall how much time, exactly. But it wasn't like you cared.
With each jerk, each grunt, each effort to tug its tentacles away—you failed. And you couldn't help release a frustrated yell underneath the mask. Your fingers continued prying at its limbs, practically digging your nails into them in order to find a good grip. But without warning, it lifted one of its arms and shoved you aside. It seemed it had enough of you already but you could not give in yet. Your palms grabbed onto the appendage, yet it retaliated by seizing your mask—and before you knew it, slipped it straight off, leaving you no other choice than to retreat and breath a fresh breath of air. Eyes stinging sharply as they accustomed themselves to the saltwater, you ascended as quickly as you possibly could. As soon as you surfaced, you gasped the oxygen required for your lungs and even through your alarm, observed Din besides you as he attempted to open the... grate. The grate had closed above you. Which was excellent.
Your digits gripped onto the bars above, and you prompted yourself to shake them in order to desperately get yourselves out of this tank. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as panic submerged you, watching as the faithless Quarrens shouted indecipherable words and stabbed you both with their staffs and weapons. It had been inevitable from the start that your hands would be struck, but it had pained you more than you had ever imagined. Not only your hands, but your back had been affected as well, and you couldn't help the pained yelp that escaped your lips. Blood tinted the waters seconds afterwards, but you couldn't pay attention to that as your eyes took in Din sinking down, undoubtedly unconscious—which didn't make sense, because his kriffing helmet was supposed to kriffing protect him.
Intaking a deep breath, you submerged yourself underwater again, grabbing Din by the shoulders and urging him to wake up. When his head jerked up seconds later, you released your hold on him and sunk down once more, allowing Din to take care of the Quarrens up there whilst you made another attempt at saving the Child. Silently, you hoped it hadn't consumed the carrier yet... But that didn't matter. If it swallowed the Child, you sure as hell would gut it alive with your knife— your knife. As soon as that idea popped into your head, though, it was as if the mamacore had read your mind. One of its limbs wrapped strictly around your boot—the same leg you concealed your blade within—and tugged you down. You would've gasped with shock but... what with you being underwater, that was impossible unless you wished to inhale seawater.
Once again, your hands scratched at that tentacle in an attempt to free yourself—yet it was constricting on your leg with each passing second, and you swore your circulation was being restricted as well. No matter what you did, even if you attempted to swim upwards, its appendage was still swathing your calf and keeping you in place. You were so near to surfacing again—but it stopped you—and you grabbed Din's leg to alert him and see if he could help you... but then you remembered something else. Din also hid his knife in the same spot as you. So, as strange as it was, your fingers dug into his boot and borrowed his vibroblade. Feeling the new weapon vibrate within your grip, you reached down and wedged it straight through the tentacle. Immediately, you felt slack on your leg—green oozed out of the mamacore's emaciated appendage, a booming growl reverberating throughout the aquarium.
Before diving back down, you quickly emerged and took a brief breath. Commotion was heard behind you as you swum downwards again, presumably Din somehow finding his way out already. With the quivering vibroblade within your grasp, you descended until you reached the mamacore again. To be honest, you didn't really want to do this. You would've preferred it to simply release the Child, but seeing as it was not probably here... you needed to kill it. And so, without even knowing where to wound the sea monster, you dug the blade into its body. Another snarl echoed through the tank, and another tentacle swept you aside again, losing your grip on the knife that still impaled the mamacore. You winced as you came into contact with the aquarium wall, but quickly returned to the vibroblade before it attacked you again—and one final time, you thrust the weapon even deeper. Seconds later, the creature fell slack. Only then could you move its limbs aside from its jaws, opening it up—careful not to lacerate yourself with its serrated teeth—and thankfully, finding the closed shut pram inside.
Your vision was beginning to darken around the edges, though... and you desperately needed oxygen right now. Your previous breath hadn't been as large as it should have. You were losing consciousness much too rapidly. But that was okay... because at least you had rescued the Child. Your palms gripped the sides of the crib, and it ascended upwards with ease. Whilst you prompted yourself to swim upwards as quickly as you possibly could, your sight continued blackening with each passing second. Everything was so dark, despite the fact that you were nearing the surface. Bubbles escaped your lips, your limbs were beginning to slow down with each motion, every movement becoming strenuous and nearly impossible... until you were feeling yourself slip away.
But something—or, someone—grabbed your upper arms and tugged you up. Initially, you imagined it were Din... But as your sight cleared and your complete consciousness returned, you realized this was definitely not the Mandalorian. At least, not your Mandalorian. As you became conscious of the fact that you were now laying against the stiff flooring of this boat, completely drenched in water and soaking wet hair covering your eyes, you pushed those heavy strands of hair away and noticed the visor staring down at you. This visor, though, was not Din's—and although it had its similarities which made it certain that it was a Mandalorian helmet, the visor was smaller in size and the helmet had sharper angles. Whoever this person was had painted her beskar steel an azure color, matching her fellow companions. Two other Mandalorians accompanied her with similar armor. One woman and one man—except their chestplates were still a dull grey. Yeah, this... this was not Din. Definitely not.
"Are you okay?" asked the Mandalorian who had lifted you out of the tank.
All you could possibly do was nod, chest heaving in order to catch your breath. Nevertheless, you prompted yourself to sit upright. Besides you was Din who still seemed out of breath—and the both of you watched as the female Mandalorian carefully brings the Child out of its dented pram, setting him down in Din's arms. At least he didn't seem injured in any way, and you finally found yourself sighing with relief now that it was all over. You simply hoped you wouldn't get sick again after this...
"Thank you," Din voiced after moments filled with silence as the two of you recuperated from the previous action and adrenaline. You were definitely thankful for these guys. "I've been searching for more of our kind."
Between all the commotion, you had completely forgotten these were the Mandalorians you were searching for. A mixture of anxiety and hope welled in your chest. You weren't sure whether you wanted these Mandalorians to lead you to a Jedi or not... although maybe they didn't know a Jedi after all.
"Well, lucky we found you first," said the other Mandalorian, the woman with grey cuirass who stood in the middle of the group.
"I've been quested to deliver this child."
You sort of hoped Din wouldn't bring the subject up quite yet, but it seemed he cut right to the point already.
"I was hoping that—"
And they removed their helmets.
Oh. That was... unusual. The Child squeaked quietly, equally as puzzled as the both of you. Din stood, taking a couple steps closer to them. Honestly, you may even be as shocked as he was. "Where did you get that armor?" Din asked them all, but mainly questioning the woman with the red hair cropped short.
She seemed like the leader of this group of Mandalorians, and would most likely provide the answers. As you lifted yourself up as well, your eyes took in the complexions of the other two, helmets in their hands. The female who rescued you had tanned skin, hair tucked back in a braid—the man, with similarly dark hair, had firm features as he watched your group. "This armor has been in my family for three generations." The head of this Mandalorian trio answered Din's question, her sharp expression and viridescent eyes confirming she was leading here. m
"You do not cover your face. You are not Mandalorian."
They paused for a second... Then, the man spoke up, "He's one of them."
"Dank farrik..."
"One of what?"
You stole a glance from Din. He was likely already feeling frustrated about all these 'fake' Mandalorians—after all, he had had to deal with that back on Tatooine as well. But you were damn intrigued as to what one of them signified, and it was for certain that Din had his own curiosities about that statement as well.
"I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze." The leader—Bo-Katan—stepped closer as she introduced herself, pale face becoming clearer to you. "I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line... and you are a child of the Watch."
A child of the Watch.
The fresh information weighed heavily on your chest whilst your mind struggled to comprehend it all. The Death Watch had been something you hardly sustained any knowledge of, but you had definitely heard rumors of that exact group of Mandalorians when you were a Padawan. It was difficult to believe whether it were true or false, though... You hadn't exactly gotten involved with the Mandalorians. By the time the whole war occurred between the Mandalorians and the Jedi, you had abandoned the Order and failed to stick around enough to learn more. Truly, you hadn't realized that there were Mandalorians who actually removed their helmets in front of others... Nor had you realized Din was a part of the Death Watch, without his own consent.
"Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal was to re-establish the ancient Way." Her gaze flickered down towards the Child for a second.
Din had taken a brief moment to find a response to that—undoubtedly, this had impacted him in ways you could never imagine. This had been his entire life. He had sworn to the Creed, had been taught that Mandalorians do not reveal their faces to absolutely anyone, under any circumstances. Yet now he meets up with supposed Mandalorians who took their helmets off like it was nothing. Like it was something they normally did, every day of their lives—which, they probably did. He was probably so confused... and you wished you could help him in some way, somehow, but what the hell were you supposed to do if you were equally as stumped as him? And yet, this also left you wondering again—if Din believed so profoundly in this, then why did he nearly allow you to remove his helmet?
"There is only one Way. The Way of the Mandalore."
With that, he had stepped aside towards the edge of the vessel. To be honest, you would've preferred to stay, work things out and obtain answers from these Mandalorians, but decided against it. Right now... Din likely needed some time for himself. This was unexpected news. He definitely did not want to converse with them anymore. Without another word, you joined Din—and it was then that you realized he truly were frustrated when he didn't speak to you again, only wrapping an arm around your waist as the other held the Child close to him. Seconds later, his jetpack activated, lifting you all into the air and leaving the Mandalorians behind.
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here it finally is!!!
i know this chapter is super delayed and maybe not the best chapter ever, but i hope you liked it nevertheless!!! i'm so sorry my updating has been getting pretty slow lately but i really have been busy. most days i'm up since 6am and don't stop until 7pm so i don't really have much time to write anymore, and at that point i'm just too exhausted to write 😅 but i do take a couple days of the week off, including the weekends, so i can relax and get into some writing too.
i really love writing and i still have tons of inspo for narudar, it just sucks that i don't have much time. but i won't be giving up on this story, things are really picking up right now and i'm so excited to show you guys what i have planned djfkfkfodlakamsn
so have you guys watched tbobf yet???? i'm so in love with the show already and it feels SO MUCH like the mandalorian. i forgot what the hype for these episodes felt like and wednesdays just give me so much serotonin rn 😆 (i haven't watched the latest episode yet so no spoilers!!)
don't be afraid to let me know what you think about this chapter!! everyone's feedback is always appreciated, don't forget! cansad'ika is definitely hiding something and i'm curious to know what you guys think it is... 👀 i believe i hinted it in past author's notes. idk i don't remember if i even did so don't waste your time looking into the older notes 💀
ALSO NARUDAR TURNED A YEAR OLD ON JANUARY 4TH. its amazing, i still have the old initial chapters before i had them edited and rewritten and the bad writing just makes me wanna cry— but at the same time i'm so glad my writing has improved, and this story has helped me enhance my writing so much. thank you to the few who have been here since the very beginning and continued reading through that bad writing phase!! (but also i'm really sorry you had to go through that 🥲)
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