The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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Reading over the letter that T'rialow left him, the mandalorian desperately tried to figure out what happened in her past to make her so isolated.

She used to be the one who kept him from falling and allowing his past to swallow up, gritting his teeth together, Mando wanted to scream at himself for being so stupid. All that time she was helping herself, using all her time and effort to help him so that she could turn a blind eye to her creeping memories. He had been so ignorant, so naive, no ones perfect in this world...

But she had seemed to defy that.

"I hope this is comfortable for you," a soft voice cut through the silence, bringing Mando back to the present,"Sorry that all we have is the barn."

"This will do fine," Mando said, keeping his sentence short, his words clipped.

The woman before him wasn't afraid of his shortness in speech, after all, she'd spent a night talking to a mongrel. They were known to be ferocious speakers, using their native tongue to slice through and curse those who dared give them a side eye.

"Do you know her?" The woman asked, dropping a blanket on the chair outside the doorway,"The mongrel?"

Mando hesitated, he wondered what to say, would T'rialow seeth him even more if he dared say that they were more than acquaintances? Before he could answer the question, a little disturbance by the doorway saved him the hassle. A young girl, stalking on the veranda.

Suddenly stepping back, the woman hugged the girl to her body,"This is my daughter, Winta. I'm Omera, we don't get a lot of visitors around here... she's not used to strangers."

Standing in silence, he watched the mother and daughter embrace, a part of him envious of the child. After all these years, the warmth of his mothers embrace had been swept away from his memory. He no longer knew what it felt like to be a child cared for by blood.

"This nice man is going to help protect us from the bad ones," Omera smoothed, smiling down at her daughter.

"Thank you," the little girl whispered.

Nodding without a word, Mando watched from the corner of his visor, as T'rialow softly made her way around the border of the farm. Her cloak drew well over her head, making her look like just another extension of the trees surrounding the place like a barrier.

"Come on, Winta, let's give our guests some room," Omera smiled, noticing the soft turn of his head.

She looked in the direction the mandalorian was lost in, and didn't have to think hard to realise that he was staring at the beautifully hidden mongrel. Smiling softly, she figured out the answer to her question from earlier without needing him to confirm it.

Looking around his room, he noticed a divider in between the barn, where Omera had been arranging some extra pillows and blankets. Stepping forward, he withdrew the small curtain, and realised that it was a small room. A bag was laid on the floor, with multiple knives by its side that Mando recognised were the ones missing from the ship. Next to the bag was a small notebook, without thinking, he plucked it from the ground and let the clasp unbuckle.

Rough sketches and strings of sentences were smudged along all the pages. Softly flipping the pages, he acknowledged the rips at the bottom that were also in the same formation on the cover.

Opening it to the middle, a small photo slipped out of the pages, causing his sight to get distracted by the linger page falling to the floor. Closing the book, he didn't notice the jagged lines that outlined his helmet in black ink that seemed to move across the page in black pools of anger.