@ianuarius [ canderous ] says, " it's hard to face up to yourself, sometimes. "
there is a body being buried by the wind in the dune seas of tatooine, because the mandalorians see a body as a shell once life has left it, because a man chose to die for his dishonor and should be left where he lie because of it. lyn understands the logic of this in an intellectual, removed sense — like reading it from a page. a small footnote to the war stories of canderous of clan ordo, a quoted example in a length text of customs foreign to them. but the reality — the witnessing — had left a taste in lyn's mouth. indescribable but nevertheless unpleasant. they had ended up having to resist a dark urge to spit the feeling out of their mouth and onto jagi's corpse, and instead tried and failed to be someone who was understanding instead of angry.
now, though, they have perspective. they have nothing but perspective, enough to silence them, to smother out all the parts of lyn and turn them into a creeping shadow through the corridors of the ebon hawk. there is a body [ are bodies ] being buried by the wind [ rubble ] in the dune seas of tatooine [ taris / telos / the enclave on dantooine ], and it shall not even rot to feed the planet it lies on. lyn understands nothing. they no longer try to, holing themself up in the seat of the turret, staring up at empty void and finding something akin to a reflection.
they hum in reply, not quite ready to take their gaze off of the expanse above them. those words, from him, means more than most. someone who knows and does not resent knowing. and yet. " does being mandalorian make it easier? " they ask, and it's not a kind question, not eager in the way they usually are with him. it is shaped by this taste in their mouth they cannot put words to. there is so much they cannot put words to. " does all the — the trappings of honor and glory help bear the weight of your actions? "
