Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

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You spent most of your time in the cockpit with Mando, taking a few walks around the ship every now and then to stretch your legs. He didn't talk much but you preferred his silent company rather than being alone. Not to mention that being around him had proven useful in keeping the nightmares away. In fact, you had rarely had any since you started travelling with him.

As days went by, your sign language kept getting better and you were able to form longer sentences. You made use of this to try and convince him of letting you make a few reparations to the ship. You tried to explain that you used to work in a repair facility and that you knew what you were doing, but he didn't budge one bit.

One day, you mustered up your courage and asked Mando something that was bothering you since day one.

"The helmet, you never take it off?"

He looked at you for a long moment, as if he was thinking of an answer.

"I take it off. I did so just a few hours ago." You looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"You know what I mean" you told him.

"I can never take it off in front of another living thing."

You had already assumed it was something along those lines, since he obviously took it off for eating or showering, but it was still surprising.

"Since when?" You asked.

"I swore the Creed when I was a kid, around ten"

You looked at him wide-eyed. The thought of him wearing a helmet and not letting anyone see his face since he was so young was disheartening.

"No" he said as if he knew what you were thinking. "I was...happy to be taken in. My parents were killed, and the Mandalorians took care of me."

"I'm sorry" you said.

He shook his head, "This is the way".

"What about you?" He asked after a pause "You said you don't have any family or friends?"

You shook your head. He seemed to want to know more, he was curious, though you couldn't understand why would he be curious about you.

"I was sold. Slave." as it had happened many times before, you had to spell the last word but, contrary to your routine, he didn't show you the sign. You looked at him, puzzled.

"You don't need to know that sign" he said, slightly irritated. "How old were you?"

"Five"

He stayed silent for a while and, when he talked again, it was just to let you know that you were exiting hyperspace.

The outcome of the conversation seemed to loom over for some days. Mando seemed to go from angry, to sad, to worried, to angry again. You took for granted that asking about him had made him relieve memories which made him feel that way, and you cursed your curiosity for it.

You welcomed with open arms the moment he found a planet that seemed viable. Getting out of the ship and distracting yourselves sounded like a good idea.

Once you had landed, you took the chance to get some fuel and supplies since you were almost out. You didn't know yet if you'll stay there or not, so all precautions were welcome.

After that, you took a walk around the village. It wasn't very big but it was bigger than the one in Yerbana and it also had a market. You got distracted looking at some clothes, since you were still wearing Mando's. It wasn't like you cared much about what you were wearing, not to mention that his big clothes were very comfy, but you guessed he would want them back at some point.