Vision | THE MANDALORIAN

Chapter eight

The walk back to the ship was silent. Not by my choice, his choice. Everytime I spoke up and muttered about the culture around us he would turn his helmet towards me slightly and just stare for a moment before turning back in front of him and picking up speed slightly. It was slightly infuriating.

I settle down in the co-pilot chair and glance at him. In the comfort of hyper speed, I assume he is sleeping but I can never tell with his helmet on. I state at him for a moment, "what?" His voice is gruff, gravelly, it takes me of guard for a moment and I continue to stare but when I realise he is now looking at me I turn away quickly with a blush covering my cheeks, "sorry." I mutter. I feel his eyes on me for a moment before he sighs audibly and turns back to the stars.

"We are heading to tattooine." His voice holds a certain softness usually saved for the child, "your going to stay here, with the kid while I collect the bounty."
"No." I spin to him, with wide eyes. It wasn't part of the deal, he owed me nothing yet still I felt like I needed to go with him.

He is silent for a long moment before his Modulator crackles again, "you will be safe here." His response surprises me. He is so soft and gentle. Yet so cold at the same time. I dont know how to respond so I say the one thing that makes sense, "I am not safe anywhere, Mandalorian." My words are harsher then intended. They make his helmet turn towards me but I don't care. I speak truth.

He stares at me for a moment, "your safe with me."

What?

I turn to him and meet his mask with my own stare. I did not expect this from him. I dont know what to say.

I dont know what to say.

So I don't. I just stare at him. I Wonder if he is human beneath the mask. I wonder if he has a soul beneath the mask

Then he stands up, hands pressed flush against the dashboard- mask turned away from me, "I'm going to check on the ki- grogu. Get some sleep." His modulator crackles like the force around me as he leaves the room. I feel my stomach knotting into a ball of panic. I dont know how to feel. What to do.

I'm lost for words.

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Short chapter I'm sorry