Ducem Mortis | The Mandalorian

XXVIII

"Your hair never looked better." Lawrence said as he put the scissors down. I looked up towards the mirror seeing that my hair looked different, but a good different. There were some layers in my hair giving it more shape. It looked like I didn't just take something sharp and cut it off, which was exactly what I did.

"Thanks," I said softly as I gave a small smile. "Alright, I'm going to finish loading up the boxes. I think there's just a couple of things in your room that you still need to pack." Lawrence said as he left my bathroom. I followed behind him as I walked out the bathroom for once wearing normal clothes. Just a navy long sleeve shirt with cut out parts at the shoulders and black pants, I wore brown combat boots at the bottom. I sat down on my bed even though there was no longer a comforter, just sheets and a few bare pillows. "Did they...did they already come and get her?"

Lawrence turned and faced me as he stood by my door. He gave me a sad smile before nodding his head, "Yeah." Goosebumps rose to my shoulders as I knew Lawrence's answer before he even said it, I could just sense that my mom wasn't here. "Do you think Grogu will be okay?" I asked causing Lawrence to shake his head. "No, you don't need to think about that right now. You have a lot of other things to think about right now. I nodded as I spoke, "Like burying my mother." Lawrence frowned at me before shaking his head, "No, finishing packing up your room."

"It'll get better Astraea." Lawrence finished as he walked out the room and into the hall probably to finish up whatever was left that needed to be packed and taken right now. Once we made it to Naboo they'd probably send people to get the rest of our stuff. Right now we just need to pack things we couldn't live without.

If I was being honest, I was going to miss this place. Sure it held some downfalls but it had its good times. I got up before picking up a box by my dresser. I walked over to my dresser picking up the frames before putting them in the box. These photos were really just memories now, most of them moments that only I can recall back to. "I know you're there." I spoke into the what looked like empty room.

I see our situation is reversed. You can now sense me like I can hear your thoughts. I rolled my eyes at Obsidian's comment before speaking again, "You've been rather quiet since we were on the light cruiser." Obsidian was silent before he sent a thought my way, You might want to lower your voice unless you want your friend to worry about you. "Cut the bullshit. How could I do that?" I said going over and closing my door. I leaned against it waiting for an explanation, however what I got wasn't enough.

Honestly I don't know. I scoffed at Obsidian's words as I shook my head, "Come on, lie better." I am telling the truth. Picking you as the only person to use the katana, yes that is my doing. But giving you powers that even previous siths couldn't achieve isn't my doing.

"Then who's is it." I don't know. I've been around for some time, watching the living and I've never seen something like what you did. Even previous users of the katana couldn't achieve that. "There's previous users of the katana." I asked almost hopefully as I was the only one that I knew of that could use the katana. Before you get your hopes up. They're all dead, you are the longest yielder. "Lucky me." I said unamused causing Obsidian to continue.

Not only did you possess powers of a sith lord, but you came back to yourself. That's something that has never been done before. Sure there were ancient Jedis that turned to the dark side and then came back to the light but not in a matter of five seconds. What you did was impossible. If I had sense any ability of you using the force I wouldn't have picked you. Picking someone who has the ability to use the force can back fire on me. As you know I have my own agenda and the last thing I need is someone to try and change that. I was silent as nothing Obsidian said had helped me, if anything it made me more confused.