@eyrso / ❝ if i’m not with you, who else will have your back? ❞ im friendship forcing don't @ me tcw prompts : accepting .
djarin climbs the ramp to his ship first, a light jingle follows his steps, so does the rattle of an extinguished hilt. fett watches the black cape sway and disappear before turning to erso.
“won’t send the right message if we show up with an...” he pauses as if to ask himself if he even has the right to say the next word. it feels like a committee is watching him now. despite (or in spite of) the bated breaths, he presses on: “outsider.”
the fact that there are two categories of people in this galaxy is getting increasingly tighter the longer this business goes on. the mandalorians and the outsiders. soft bellies, exposed faces. singed beskar, dead clans. somehow, the line between two sides gets more pronounced as either desperation grows. fett used to be able to walk on top of it, one foot before the other. these days, he wonders if there’s much point to that. and it’s not a surrender, it’s something else he can’t place yet. or maybe his arms are getting tired from the balancing act.
“they’re touchy like that.” he’s not sure if he’s ever seen a planet more sensitive than mandalore. the glass domes start to make sense now. the mythosaur on his shoulder rises and falls as he shrugs. “but that means you’re holding down the fort.” fett motions with his helmet at the palace behind them. he has no keys to throw at her in a gesture of trust so he hopes a nod will be enough.
“don’t get too wild.” is his goodbye.
