"What means more to me is honor"

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by blankpages83

My real fic kinda starts in the next part because theres a little more dialogue from the actual show than I would prefer but it's still good so read it anyway PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE🙏

"What's troubling you?" Din asked as he crept up behind Bo. She took a deep breath and sighed, "I don't know if I can keep everyone together." Turning to Din, her voice wavered, and he could barely focus on what she was saying. Lost in her features, the combination of her green eyes and red hair locked him in a trance. Bo continued, "There's too much animosity, and this blade is all I have to unify our people."

Din Djarin became anxious, terrified he might say the wrong thing. This was one of the few times she'd ever opened up to him. Collecting himself, he used his most sincere voice and any courage he could muster to say, "I only know of this weapon what you taught me. To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people. Nor does station or bloodline. What means more to me is honor, loyalty, and character. These are the reasons I serve you, Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is."

She stared at him longingly as he walked away. Even back when Lady Bo Katan and her family ruled all of Mandalore, she'd never felt so deeply cared for as she did in that moment. He wasn't serving her because it was his duty, nor was he doing it because she was royalty. What they had was a bond, a bond she craved for so long. It was genuine.

Din had almost died back when he was bathing in the living waters. Without a second thought, Bo had jumped in after him. The thought of him dying was scarier to her than losing her own life.

Although she felt deeply towards him, it was decided by her that she'd better not say anything about her feelings. She was about to take on the difficult talks of rebuilding Mandalore and the reunification of her people. Something her sister once had to do after the civil war that killed most of their people. After some time, she snapped herself out of her thoughts. There was work to be done; she needed to speak to the armorer.

Bo made her way down the few stairs to the main part of the ship, her beskar boots clanking on each step. Each part of the beat-up ship looked as if it were being held together by a thread, ready to come apart at any moment. It was unsettling, but all they had at the moment.

She reached the armorer and stated, "We'll rest tonight and continue at first light." Unfortunately, there were many who were too weak to continue the journey. The armorer then explained to her that although it would set them back, they had to wait until the next morning to ferry the people back to the ship.

She agreed and turned to the captain to give out her next orders. "Captain, those of you who are well enough can join us in the search for the great forge." A smile crept upon his face, "We can do better than that," the captain told her, "We can bring you there."