“neves,” din’s voice is quiet, even through the modulator of his helmet. he’s standing in front of her, still as ever, before he sucks in a sharp breath that he wishes the modulator hadn’t picked up, “the kid’s gone.” there’s a note of roughness around the edges of his voice, as if he’s been crying - and he has. oh, he has. he’d asked boba to drop him off here on tatooine, for lack of anywhere else to go. no ship, no kid, no sense of where to go from here.
neves seems sensible, and din trusts her enough to turn here. she understands what it means to be a mandalorian, and she understands him, perhaps better than bo-katan and her crew might. “i gave him to a jedi. he’s - he’s gone.” din swallows hard, but otherwise remains unmoving. he hasn’t felt this sense of aimlessness in so long. he’s done his job, he’s returned the foundling to his kind - so why does he feel hollow inside? the beskar spear remains strapped to his back, the darksaber hanging heavy on his belt, hidden behind his cloak. “do you have a minute?”
@baarur // THE SADS