•two journeys• din djarin

VIII

I sat in the lounge room staring out the window for what felt like forever. I heard heavy footsteps board the ship, Mando and Cara must be back. I stood from my chair and walked to the door to ask them how things went. The doors slid open, and I was met with Mando's chest hitting my face. As I started to fall backward, I could feel his arms wrap around my waist to keep me steady; that wasn't going to help me straighten out any of my feelings. I looked up to meet the gaze of his helmet; I knew my face was bright red.

"Thank you," I said quietly. I pushed past him and walked towards my room. I walked in and took a seat on the bed, pulling my legs to my chest to make myself small. The room was quiet, but my racing thoughts made it seem like I was in a crowd of people. A knock came from behind the door followed by Mando walking in.

"There was no place to refuel, so we won't be able to enter hyperspace to travel to Nevarro." I nodded. My eyes were locked on the wall in front of me; I was scared of what my face would do if I looked at him.

"How long have we been traveling?" I asked.

"Well, we just left whatever planet that was minutes ago," he stated.

"No, no. I mean. How long has it been since we left Tython?"

"Probably, over a month. Time feels different when you're traveling through space," he replied. He moved to sit beside me on the edge of the bed. In his hands was the small metal ball; I stared at him as he rolled it over his palm. We sat quietly together for a while; it was comfortable.

"I think everything is going to turn out okay," I called out, trying to see if he let out any sign of emotion, "It will get figured out." After I didn't receive any show that he cared about what I said I let out a sigh. "Why don't you talk about him and what you're feeling?" His head turned to look at me.

"Have you ever considered that I simply don't want to talk about my feelings?" he asked coldly. The words hit me like a bucket of freezing water. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I slid off the bed and walked out of the room to the lounge. I drifted in and stood in the far corner looking out the window as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. I heard the door open behind me and I peered over my shoulder to see him walking in behind me. The doors closed automatically but this time, he made sure to press the button to lock them. "Sindre please I'm-,"

"Please Din, just, leave, I don't want to do this right now," I called him by his name, his real name, something I've never done before. I heard a loud sigh from behind me.

"I'm not leaving right now, and I'm not going to leave until you tell me what exactly is wrong." I blinked hard as the tears slid down my cheeks. "Sindre, I know I haven't been a good friend, or even a good person these past weeks. But the pain I'm dealing with is unbelievable. The little green guy that I adopted as my son is somewhere out there, with a man I have never even met." I slowly turned around and looked at him, fists clenched.

"You have no right to tell me what pain is unbelievable when you brought the exact same thing down on me. I thought my parents were dead for months because of your actions. Better yet, I find out they're being held as working slaves for the Empire, the same people that slaughtered my friends, neighbors, and relatives," I sobbed out. "I have done everything I can to help you get back your son, my life is at risk from defending you against Moff Gideon. You don't think Bo-Katan is going to try and kill me eventually?" I screamed at him. Thank whoever made this ship for making the walls soundproof. He stood there silently, astounded at my outburst.

"I know, I'm sorry," he whispered looking at the floor.

I took a shaky breath in before continuing. I took a step forward so that I was only a few feet away and looked at him, "You don't understand how absolutely frustrating it is when the person you long for doesn't want to let you in. I want you; can't you see that? I want to know you, I want to see you, I want to be with you, but you make it impossible." I watched as he turned around and walked to the wall opposite me. He placed his hand above his head and touched his helmet to the wall.