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𝟶𝟶𝟶. “Come on, Mae. It's not too far. Probably ten minutes south of here. We are just going to make it.” Qimir panted heavily; each breath was a ragged gasp as he pushed forward through the dense undergrowth.
The air seemed to grow thick and oppressive with every stride, and his pulse pounded in his ears as he fought to maintain his pace, even as his body screamed in protest. He just has to accompany Mae.
However, as he turned around, he saw Mae surrender to her exhaustion, her shoulders sagging with the weight of fatigue. She clumsily stumbled over the large rock, her veil slipping from her fingers.
Urgency driving Qimir forward, he sprinted towards Mae, almost closing the distance in a matter of moments. “No. No, no, no. You can't stop now.” he heaved, almost reaching out and grasping Mae's arm, preventing her from succumbing to her exhaustion.
Gasping for air, Mae's chest heaved with each labored breath, desperate to fill her lungs with oxygen. “I have to fight a Wookiee after this trek. I'd like to rest for a minute, if that is all right with you.” she puffed, glaring at the unshaven man in front of her.
Mae sat down on the large rock, grabbing out her hydrapak to dampen her throat, as Qimir glanced around the gaping forest. “It's not, but okay.” he muttered, as his brow furrowed, a look of concern settling on his features.
“I shouldn't be here in the first place...” he whispered.
Mae's eyes narrowed as she fixed Qimir with a steely gaze, her head tilting slightly to the side. “You sold me to the Jedi. Take this as your way to apologize.” Mae uttered coldly.
Qimir's eyes lingered on her for a moment before looking away from her sassily. Mae narrowed her eyes as her lips pursed into a tight, almost mocking smile. “Is it about that girl? Is that why you loathe being here?” she asked.
At the mere mention of the woman, a momentary softness appeared in his eyes, but just as quickly, it was replaced by a steely glare. He shook his head vigorously, as if to rebuke such thoughts, and his expression hardened once more. “No.” he said coldly.
“Good, because you clearly have zero percent chance of captivating her, so fix yourself.” Mae spat, making Qimir snap his head to look back at her in a swift motion. “Why is that?” he asked.
“Everyone knows you're an adrenaline junky.” Mae uttered, shaking her head like it was an obvious answer.
Qimir's expression twisted into a disdainful snicker, and just as quickly, he turned his head away, as if to dismiss her words with nothing more than a derisive look.
