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016. LOVER'S LANE
( —A secluded road or area sought out by lovers seeking privacy.)
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"My friend," the well-dressed man in the hologram spoke in a booming noise, "if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too."
Before taking off into space, Myra realized that the Razor Crest had earned one more passenger. A male, Qin, much similar to the Twi'lek female who had been aboard, cuffed and prisoned at the farthest ends of the ship. The Mandalorian had banned her from visiting the prisoner and she had remained shacked in the cockpit with the child in tow.
Not much had occurred after the prisoner had been dropped off at the space station's hangar and he had been paid for. Of course, the Mandalorian had returned to the ship with excessive smugness wheeling off in streams.
When travelling with the Mandalorian, there was so much Myra praised inwardly. The fact that he was a survivor by nature or that, never mind what he thought, he was strong on the inside just as much on the outside. He was truthful to the ways he paced, quite like her, which was the real prize.
While Myra had been locked into coldness and believed she had lost her ability to love, not Din though. He could still love, hate, trust and grieve. He could eat, sleep, admire and breathe. A witch such as Myra couldn't even figure out emotional difference without looking into their heads—could she love anyone?
Surrendering of her soul was a high price to pay for power and enlightenment. She wished to go back to when she was sixteen, ready to pledge herself to the ways of sorcery and then, turn the time over. Watching the Mandalorian made her second guess herself and if someone could truly come to love a witch.
