𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞 𝕺𝖋 𝕸𝖞 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞· [𝐷𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛 & 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

Though her admitting about her allegiance with the great Moff Gideon changed a lot in their relationship, Tython was going to test their love. Tython was going to test her power and his patience. When old friends come to light, would Din get jealous? Nervous? Insecure? And what happens when he loses the child?

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Kenna woke up before Din and was wandering through the hull, looking to see if anything has changed. The only different thing was the beskar spear leaning against the weapon cabinet. She smirked and walked over to it, running her hand down the cool metal when suddenly, her surroundings changed.

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"He's dead,"

"...You're lying," He laughs at her, placing a hand on his stomach and wiping away fake tears.

"I killed him,"

"No...no..." Her voice trembled unable to form any other words that denial.

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She quickly pulled her hand away and shook her head. She sighed a ran a hand down her face before picking up the heavy spear. She attempted to twirl it around but it only caused immense pain in her lower abdomen. She hissed in pain and placed it back, clutching her stomach.

"Mudscuffer," She curses, staggering over to the table and balancing herself.

"Cyare," Kenna hears a gruff voice say behind her. She feels strong arms wrap around her and cold metal resting on her shoulder. She subconsciously leaned back into the touch.

"Din," She sighs, resting her head on his shoulder. "This has been an eventful week," He chuckles and tightens his grip around her.

"That's an understatement," He turns her around and walks towards her, bracketing her between him and the table. "You don't understand the pain I'm still feeling...I have these nightmares...of you and the kid," He rests his head on hers. "I'm too weak to lose you. I...I don't know how I was able to stay calm while you were cold in my arms...perhaps I knew you were going to make it, that tiny spark of hope telling me you will make it...I don't know how you survived...the time of when you died and when Ahsoka and Grogu brought you back...you were supposed to be dead...their power wasn't going to be enough and I just hope that this isn't a dream. I couldn't imagine myself waking up and not seeing you next to me but seeing you dead in the next room," He sighs and closes his eyes. "If I could turn back time, knowing what would've happened if I left...I wouldn't leave your side,"

"But if you didn't know I was going to die...you would still leave?"

"It was shock...I...I shouldn't have left but it was too shocking to find out that you were...working for him,"

"I'm sorry," She says barely above a whisper. He moves his hands over hers and intertwines his fingers with hers.

"Don't be. We should...start over. Imagine Corvus never happened,"

"Forgive and forget?" She says with slight disappointment. "I'm not sure I can do that,"

"I...I know...I just don't know if...I want things to go back to how they were, you know? You and me and the kid trying to find a Jedi without all of these...issues," He chuckles slightly. "Just the three of us, doing reckless missions and getting the child to a Jedi,"

"But...for things to go back to normal...you need to accept the fact I worked for Gideon,"

"No. I've already accepted that,"

"So why aren't things normal?"

"Because you need to change. You need to accept the fact you died. You need to accept the fact that I didn't know you were going to die. You need to accept the fact I was shocked you worked for the exact man hunting down the kid,"