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S E V E N. skin of her teeth. part 2 - between the eyes. word count: 9695
a/n - a longer chapter for you lovies, for being patient <3
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AS THE TWIN SUNS BREACHED THE HORIZON, you found yourself still laying in your bedroll, staring at the sky through the crack in your tent. You vented a long, soft sigh and made yourself blink, eyes stinging.
A part of you desperately wished for sleep, even if it was only an hour's worth; but the thought of your current contract plagued your mind. Your fingers drifted to the tracking fob in your pocket, pulling it out, holding it above your head. You pulled the curtains of the tent closed with your boots.
All it took was one blaster shot to end it. The kid wouldn't suffer, the Mandalorian wouldn't suffer - it would all be over in a single second. Cobb would find his way back to Mos Pelgo - or fight with the Tuskens - and you would slip away in the dead of night. Your family in Mos Espa would be safe, the kids wouldn't get hurt, you'd get the credits you desperately needed to buy a ship, and most importantly, you could be happy. No Sylas H'darr, no Vimres Roth, no assassins thirsty for more blood. It'd be so easy.
But you didn't do it. You couldn't bring yourself to. Any time you thought about it, an ill feeling washed over you. Your hands trembled, your arms went numb, your chest tightened, your face tingled. It took several deep breaths and sitting up multiple times throughout the night to keep yourself from vomiting.
Stars, how am I going to do this?
You asked that numerous times throughout the night, never knowing the answer. You just knew it had to be done. For Drogra, Keevah, Goru.
For you.
You pinched the tracking fob on either end and, with a quick, heavy force, broke it in half.
"I don't need a constant reminder," you whispered, sitting up and holding your face in your hands. "I know what I need to do."
You watched in alarm as fingers slipped around the flap of the tent, your entire body clenching. It took you a moment to unwind as the Mandalorian's head peeked through.
"Awake. Good," he said briskly. "We need to get going. The Tuskens are getting impatient."
Past his greave, the kid poked his head in and gave you a playful coo.
"The Tuskens, or Cobb?" you asked, sitting up and wiggling a finger under the kid's chin. He squealed.
The Mandalorian appeared to think for a moment, tilting his head left and right like he was having an inner conversation with himself, and eventually he nodded.
"Yes," was all he said.
You grumbled to yourself as you got to your feet, watching the Mandalorian slip his head out of your tent before following outside.
