@stvrbound // din djarin.
more time had been spent in reflection than the inquisitor would have liked to admit. the empire was falling apart all around her and she sat back and watched, did nothing to quite stop it. what loyalty did she owe them now? vader had killed her, and it was easy to take advantage of the position that she could take now. she was not the inquisitor that she had been before, despite what all appearances might have indicated to. but she was still not the naive padawan that she had been, desperate for her master to stay, desperate to protect the younglings that they had taken –– and in the end, desperate for the torture to stop.
but none of that meditation prepared her for a familiar force signature. trilla had attuned herself closely to the younglings that had been in her care. truly, it had felt necessary: they had been so young and confused. she had wanted to give them what comfort and care that she could, kept herself together so that they would not fall apart. she had hidden them again when the empire had come, and what had happened to them after that, she’d never known. easiest to assume that they were all dead. so was trilla suduri, as far as she had been concerned then.
“stop.” the familiar presence had another with him. it made perfect sense, she realized, when she identified which youngling it had been. yet he was with... a mandalorian. how odd. “the creature in your bag... how did you find grogu?”
