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Maren woke from and unrestful sleep, her mind registering the plain Imperial walls she had been forced to get used to. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of her uncomfortable bunk, her feet hitting the icy floor. 'For all the money the Empire gets they still can't afford comfortable beds for their students,' she thought spitefully. She stared at the ground contemplating her actions that led her to this bleak academy in the first place. The nearly silent sounds of Sabine stirring awake above her seized her attention, and within a few moments the younger girls legs swung into place beside her head, nearly kicking her in the head.
She looked up to the girl, who offered her a small, tired smile before looking over to the second set of bunks across from them.
"It is way too early for this shit," she said, breaking the sound of the ongoing buzz of the dimmed lights above them. Maren dryly chuckled in agreement.
"It really is," she responded quietly as to ensure that they didn't wake the sleeping girls in the room.
Uncomfortable silence fell over them, tension seeping in like a poison. "Are you ready," the mandalorian asked, the fear in her voice evident.
"No," Maren answered honestly, "I'm not." She paused more discomfort flooding the silence. Sabine swung down, taking a seat next to the older girl.
"Neither am I." Maren looked back to the ground letting the events that would happen that day sink in. She looked back over to the girl noticing that she too had her eyes glued to the ground. "Do you regret joining? The Imperial academy, I mean."
This caught Maren off guard, thoughts flying through her head at speeds she couldn't fathom, all debating the outcomes and scenarios that might follow her answer. She trusted Sabine with her life, but this could break their relationship. She glanced over to the normally brightly colored girl. Her eyes remained on the floor, her demeanor filled with suspense, indicating that she might have been slightly scared to hear her response.
Maren was sure now, she would tell Sabine the truth, but she still hesitated. Anyone would if they were walking a tightrope of losing a friend, a girl she viewed as a younger sister, who reminded her of her own little sister.
"Yes."
One word. Three letters. One small word hung their friendship in the air, seeing if it would climb back up and be fine and possibly grow stronger, or fall to its impending death making the girls return to strangers as they were the first day. The darker skinned girl held her breath in suffocating anticipation that was tearing her to shreds. At the same time she heard Sabine release a breath of relief she had been apparently holding the whole time.
