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😁👍 Back with Lost and Found for this one? And what about Episode 4?
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Din had done a lot of things he’d had the time to regret, or had simply realized with time, age and experience that he could have done differently. And him leaving the stronghold, from Varthen, the way he did was in both categories, in some capacity. One thing hadn’t changed; he couldn’t say goodbye, not the way most people meant it. The now blurry faces and words of his parents in their last moments always came back to haunt him, the sorrow and the fear he had felt in their last shaking embrace creeping back in…
"You just left too, and never came back… like my parents, and Jord!"
These words were painful to hear, and that, mostly because they were true. He had planned to come back, though; for the covert, for Korben, for her… But he had hoped to get rid of this dull anger reignited deep inside him beforehand, until he realized that his association with Ran and his crew at the time hadn’t done anything to improve his mood. And then, something like ten years had already gone by…
"You left me!" Elara exclaimed again, at a normal volume, and hitting with the flat of her hand against his chestplate.
Hard enough to make him take a step back, and for her to rub her palm afterwards. She sat on the foot locker to catch her breath, and a moment of silence stretched between the two of them. She buried her face in her hands. And now, Din couldn’t remain mute. So, he spoke the only words he found decent to answer:
"I’m sorry."
And he was sincere. Yet, Elara scoffed; he hadn’t had the intention to offense her with his apology, and he felt ashamed to add to her pain. But when Elara pulled her face from her hands, flattened her hair back again, she was neither scornful, nor angry. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she sniffled while looking away, avoiding the weight of the gaze she seemed to guess was on her. So, Din closed the distance still between them and put a knee to the ground to face her. With a light hand on her arm, he called her attention back to him.
"I'm so sorry, Ela…"
And sorrow wrinkled Elara’s face a little more. She then took refuge in his arms, wrapping her own around him in a tight embrace, without any fear of hurting herself against his armor. A bit startled and shy at first, Din then held her against him, rediscovering her touch with an emotion that brought tears to his eyes. A hand cradling the back of her head, he kept her comfortably nuzzled between the side of his helmet and his pauldron. He felt her hooking her fingers with all her strengths to the upper edges of his backplate and he stroke her hair to appease her, and himself along.
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"He killed Dwirk!" the mechanic wailed, and one of the crewmembers — one of the pilots? — supported him with a pat on his back. "Kriff…He was out there and-and…"
He let out a plaintive whine.
"Who's Dwirk?" Din inquired. "Is there anyone else out there?"
"Who's Dwirk?!"
The mechanic’s offended cry drew surprised glances from all of them.
"He's our security guy!" he barked angrily at Din. "And now he's—"
"No," the captain answered with a placating gesture for his crew member. "We're all here and accounted for."
"Okay."