Lullaby | The Mandalorian

Chapter Seven: Girl, you got school in the morning. Get your a** in the car.

Warning: This chapter is kind of mature?

Din is thirsty.

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In sort of a startling way – he had found her attempt to kill him funny.

Not at the moment, when he had been angry, sitting atop of her and pinning her but the more he thought about it – she was going to shoot him even though he had his armor on. And he thought nothing summarized her absolute odd death wish than that. The girl was insane, and frustrating – but amusing nonetheless. In a way the kid was amusing, and it was no compliment to her because her intentional jokes were terrible and not funny. But that humor mingled with irritation. Anger. Fury. And from then on, he especially did not trust her, despite her insistence she was not actually going to do it. Clearly, she was unstable.

The fact she had nearly removed his helmet then was angering too – as well as the fact he had almost...nearly allowed it.

Insane.

Maybe her insanity was rubbing off on him. Or the irritation of her presence had driven him to some kind of edge. But she had calmed down in the time since her attack – twenty-two standard hours to be exact as they traveled to their next location. Barreled towards it really, but maybe the girl needed to breathe or something. Luckily, she didn't seem to be doing anything crazy when it came to the kid and Mando wondered if he should trust her or not with him anymore. But something inside of him believed her...That she wouldn't hurt the kid. And another part of him wondered why he was even allowing her to stick around after what she had done.

Why couldn't he just drop her off somewhere? Leave her to die? Leave her to the mercy of her fucking father?

Mando watched her again. He had a bad habit of doing it – but she was sitting there, with the kid – rolling that silver ball back and forth, and he seemed completely content because clearly, he had no idea. He wondered if the kid would even take his side anymore. He seemed to really like her. Looked at her with an attachment that almost frightened him a little. He didn't want the kid to care about her too much – but then again Mando had been the one that had taken her prisoner, and for what? A fascination? Some kind of weird indentured servitude to pay him back for something he had already fixed?

But she had agreed. Because she had her own motives. She wanted to escape from her father, and for now, he was the only one that could offer her protection. He wondered if that was the only thing that had stopped her from killing him. Kind of seemed like a dick move on her part. But...He was always making dick moves.

Mando noticed how pale she was, how her hands shook even when she was smiling at the kid. The way she intentionally ignored him staring, and maybe he made her uncomfortable but he didn't really care. This was his ship after all – he could fucking stand anywhere he wanted, no matter how childish that sounded. Until she spoke to him, clearing her throat and actually looking up at him...Her eyes lacking irritation but instead, she seemed strangely...calm. Inside of herself.

"Mando," She spoke quietly, "You've been standing there forever."

He was silent, arms still crossed over his chest and she exhaled slowly...whispering...

"I'm not going to do anything," Her voice actually croaked, and the kid rolled the ball back to her. She looked away to roll it before, shaking her eyes as her eyes were trained on Grogu, "I don't know why that happened, but I'm not going to do it again. I just..."

Her face scrunched and her eyes found him again – this time she truly looked perplexed.

"I'm just trying to figure this out."

"By threatening to shoot me in my sleep?"

She swallowed thickly and he saw a painful look flash over her face, before she shrugged, "I don't...think so."