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It had been several days since the unlikely trio had spirited away from Nevarro. They'd been on the run, flying nonstop to put as much distance between them, the Guild, and the imperials. All of whom were no doubt fuming at Mando's decision to reclaim the Child. This decision set well with Kreya, although she'd been swept away in the thrill of it all a little herself. Her goal of getting optical implants had been momentarily set aside as her focus shifted away from herself and towards the Child.
Currently, Kreya had no clue where in the galaxy they were in relation to where they'd been. All she felt beyond Mando's ship was the deprevating void that was space. Any attempt to meditate in order to occupy herself was interrupted by the Child, who was now free to roam the ship at his pleasure.
His inquisitive coos were too much to resist, so she scooped him up and set him down in her lap with hopes of placating him for a little while. Instead of settling down, his tiny hands found their way into her bouncy curls and tugged at them, firmly.
"Stars." Kreya swore, jerking her head away from the Child only to earn an amused giggle from the youngling. His joy at her expense caused the woman to grumble, "If this is what having an apprentice is like, thank the force I never became a knight."
"A knight?" Mando's modulated voice inquired from the pilot's chair as the man turned to face his shipmates.
Kreya shook her head, "It doesn't matter anymore."
"How so?" He inquired, "If the Child is one of your people, shouldn't he know about the culture he belongs to?"
"Not necessarily if one considers how it was our culture that blinded our judgement and led to our downfall," The woman sighed, running her hand soothingly over the Child's fuzzy head and lifting her blank gaze in Mando's direction, "While most creed's have their followers' best interests in mind, they aren't always what's best."
Kreya's words resonated with Mando. He understood her thoughts and feelings towards following a creed or code for one's entire life. He'd struggled with aspects of his own creed several times in his life. But his code had also given him purpose and people to belong to. From what he could tell it seemed like she didn't have either of those things at this point in her life. Or that was what he assumed at least, he didn't know her well enough yet to believe anything for certain.
"Is your own blindness related to your people's downfall?" He wondered, aloud, unsure if she'd share anything more with him.
Kreya hung her head and nodded. She couldn't bring herself to confirm his question out loud. Even though she'd healed physically, her mind had yet to recover. She could still hear the screams of her brothers and sisters as they were slaughtered like animals. She could feel the utter despair and agony in the force as their troops turned against them. She would never forget that day and how it turned the entire galaxy upside down.
Her companion seemed to sense she no longer wished to carry on their conversation as he didn't press the issue further. She was thankful for his steady silence in a way she'd never felt grateful for it before. She also recalled that he still mourned over events from his own past and she didn't wish to burden him with her demons as well.
