The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               Heartbreak is the sweetest sorrow, because its pristine, innocent, and helps water the flowers for the new seasons, like snowfall on the soul.

The two warriors were at their own demise, battling with heartbreak, their words being each others sword, their actions being the others inflicted wound. Both were pungent, staining the air with the stench of heartbreak, when their eyes met once more on the outskirts of the krill farm.

Lunging forward, T'rialow clawed up a tree in the midst of the greenery, her breath soft but raw with pain. Her ears twitched, listening to the steps of her mandalorian coming closer, the sound of his beskar scorching the leather beneath made it easiest for her to track his movements without having to reach out into the force.

She could feel his anger, like a monster clawing inside of him, wanting to release its wrath upon her with the skills of a dedicated Mandalorian as its skin, its shell to wear like an armour. T'rialow felt as if he wasn't chasing her down in the forest to talk, he was hunting her down, as if she was one of his quick bounties for a quick buck. Slowly letting out all the air that wanted to burst from her lips, she scowled at herself for getting attached.

"T'rialow!" She heard her mandalorian roar, his modulator cracking from the pitch of his voice.

Closing her eyes, she hugged her body closer to the tree, as if not seeing him would make his existence cease to exist. But, she forgot that her species saw best through her ears and paws. She could smell his scent, it was strangely comforting and nostalgic, as if he'd been a part of her life since the day she was born. But, he wasn't, and his scent was just something she's become accustomed too, just like war, death, and secrecy.

"Leave me alone!" T'rialow screamed, clawing the bark of the tree, as she fought back tears of frustration,"You weren't meant to be here! You said you'd keep the kid safe, you lied! You brought him to a battle."

Ears twitching, she listened to the faint sound of his heart, its rhythm changed to the beat of her voice - as if she was the hearts moon, calling him to the depths of the dark side. Where, she'd kill him, snaring his life and ending it. That's what she was, thats what she is, operation bad wolf. She was made into a soldier that could kill anyone, anything.

She disappointed her family.

She disappointed her masters.

She will disappoint her mandalorian.

"T'rialow!" He suddenly yelled, frustration grinding in his teeth,"You need to trust me!"

Sneering to herself, she turned her head to the side, and saw her Mandalorian standing beneath the tree, eyeing his surroundings as if she was his runaway bounty. How typical, once a bounty hunter, always a bounty hunter, seems like its a life he can never fully outrun.

Leaping from the tree top, T'rialow slammed into the ground and rolled, before folding her arms beneath herself and flinging herself up into a standing position. Mando stood before her, and she wished she could see the fear in his eyes, to remind her that it was good that she ran. But, instead, all she got back was a reflective look of her growling self.

T'rialow, angered by his choice of words, begins to tear up,"You don't know of half the shit I've gone through... Trust? Really? That's funny, coming from you, Mando."

Taking a step forward, she grabbed one of the knives she stole, that was attached to her belt. Holding up the tip to his helmet, she could see the exposure of skin beneath, as he turned his head to avoid her hands being too close to grab his helmet and snatch it from his shoulders,"We have been travelling together for two fucking years and you don't tell me jack-shit!"

"T'rialow, I-" mando stuttered out, taking a step back as she swung the knife at him,"Stop! I don't want to hurt you."

"I ran to protect the child," she sneered,"Two years, mando, trust in you? The mandalorian who still hasnt told me their real name, what, am I to wait for someone to tell it for you?"

"Why did you leave us," he asked, his back suddenly up against a tree.

He doesn't want to hurt her, of all the people he knows, she's the last person he'd ever want to lay a hand on; And if that meant letting her hurt him, he'd do it, he'd drag himself through his own blood before he'd ever even bruise her skin.

"I'm sorry," T'rialow cries out, snatching the tears that trailed down her cheek,"But I'm only a danger on yours and the child's life, so leave me alone!"

Strapping the knife to its hilt on her belt, T'rialow turned around to make her way back to the krill farm. Pulling the hood over her face, she began to walk forward. Her eyes trailed to the floor, her mind ashamed of the thoughts and memories that seemed to stream through her body as if it were part of her blood. The two hearts in her body, fluctuating in anxious worry, as she worked to remind herself that she could never love.

She wasn't aloud to love, her hands have been stained with enough blood for multiple lifetimes.

"T'rialow-" Mando called, grasping her cloak.

Fury changed her vision so that she saw hues of orange and red, as if the world before her was on fire and she was a part of the flames destroying life. Hand out reached, her wrist outreached, as two claws flicked forward. She could almost feel the force charging up in her arm and flowing from her fingertips.

Mando stumbled sideways, feeling as if an invisible force had plucked him from the ground and thrown him midair. Laying on the floor, he pushed his cape out of his vision, his eyes settling on T'rialow.

Her claws were outreached, as if she were a puppeteer controlling the strings attached to his whole body. The snarl on her lips caused a shiver to momentarily creep up his spine, as a voice whispered in his mind

'When one chooses to walk the way of the Mandalore, you are both hunter and prey.'

Mando began to realise that, for once, he had a predator that was above him in ways that would make him feel as if he were prey pretending to be the predator, striking the fumes and startling the anger in his mongrel. Looking up once more, he watched as T'rialow slowly lowered her arm, her snarl falling into a horrified mask of fear. Her goggles were hiding her eyes, now, but he wasn't sure what was flashing in the lightning of her irises.

"Broken people don't hide from their monsters," T'rialow whispered,"Broken people let themselves be eaten."