The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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Sitting in her passenger seat, T'rialow fiddled with her chipped goggles, as the sound of Mando entering the cockpit didn't work in bringing the girl back to reality, and out of the pain induced altered state of consciousness that she had forced upon herself.

"Here," Mandos deep voice hushed in the silence, as he dropped a pair of goggles into the Mongrels lap.

Putting her old ones up on the shelf beside her, she scooped up the goggles in awe. They weren't the ones she was dreaming of getting, they were better. Blacked out visors, leather straps, and beskar steel winding itself in an elegant loop around the visor parts. In the back of her mind, though, a sentence kept being repeated.

You killed a child for these goggles.

You killed a child for these goggles..

You killed a child for these goggles...

Turning to the side, her eyes caught sight of the silver fathier doll that she had propped up on the switchboard, before tracing the dash, till she finally looked towards the Mandalorian seated in the drivers seat. His eyes, through the visors, watching her every move. His leg slightly bopping in a nervous nature, as her claws traced the goggles that he had asked the Armorer to make, for her. For T'rialow.

Smiling at Mando, T'rialow reached forward and flicked his chest plate,"I see you cashed in the beskar, good thing, too, that old armour was really... well, for your ego and pride, I won't finish the rest of that sentence."

A crackled sound seeped through his modulator, making the mongrel aware of the low chuckle escaping his lips behind the beskar helmet. Picking up the goggles, she rung them around her head, and pulled them down, over her eyes. They were better than she expected, the visors blocking out the sun so much, that the suns rays looked like silver rays from the heavens. Without knowing so, T'rialow was wearing one of her rare, wanderlust smiles, as she stood up and peered to the world beyond the Razor Crest.

"Mando," T'rialow smiled down at the Mandalorian, before her face suddenly dropped, like a veil hiding the emotions swirling within her like a nova.

"I told you to spend all the beskar on yourself," T'rialow growled, as she reached up to pull the straps off from cradling her face.

Reaching up, both of Mandos hands engaged around her wrists, inhibiting her movements, as she struggled to move her arms against his strength. Peering down at the struggle mongrel in his arms, mandos thoughts kept repeating that moment where her walls seemed to crack, and allow him to see who she was before whatever ruined her, desolated her heart to a cold winter.

"You're so childish!" She growled, dropping back into the passenger seat, slumping over the goggles.

"No, I'm not," Mando huffed, clenching a fist by his side.

He could feel a headache forming from T'rialows immaturity, and if the helmet wasn't in the way, he'd already be massaging his temple to ease the tsunami wave that caved into the side of his skull. Taking a deep breathe, Mando sat down and started to turn on the ship, as the sound of childish mumbling was heard beside him from a slightly pissed off T'rialow, who know had her new goggles over her eyes.

Looking to the silver fathier, she suddenly felt that feeling again, as if she was letting go of something that she was not suppose to. She felt as if she was letting a child down, a child that looked to her for protection, love, and comfort, something she looked for in her own parents that she was only allowed for eight years of her life.

"What are they going to do with him?" T'rialow suddenly asked, surprising Mando.

"I don't know," Mando said,"And you shouldn't ask."

Right, the bounty hunter codex, she had forgotten about one of the main roles: don't ask questions unless allowed permission by the buyer. She knew Mando followed every little inklet etched on those pages, therefore, she could forget the idea of even asking him if the child was going to be ok. Because, he wouldn't have the answer, and if he even cared...

He wouldn't do anything about it.

She wondered, if there was ever a bounty put on her head, would Mando even hesitate to turn her in for a small bag of coin?

Flipping on some switches, she heard the engines roar on both sides of the Razor Crest. She unconsciously listened to the sound of Mandos heart, its rhythmic beating suddenly fluttered, as he reached for the lever the child was playing with when she was asleep. Letting out a deep sigh, she felt her eyes burn with the idea of tears.

She wished she had the emotional capacity to cry.

Suddenly, the engine was turned off, making T'rialow stand out of her seat in surprise of Mandos actions, as he stood to face the mongrel standing behind him. Looking to the visor in his helmet, her robust stance softened under his gaze, as her fingers twitched for the pistol hanging on his belt side.

"Mando?" T'rialow asked, as the Mandalorian brushed past her and made his way out of the ship.

"Mando!" T'rialow hissed, as she jogged to keep up with him,"What are you doing?"

"I'm-" Mando wondered, stopping in his tracks and facing T'rialow.

Clenching his hand by his side, he forced himself not to brush that strand of hair in her face, as her Tatooine twin sun coloured eyes liquefied his beskar armour under her gaze. Pulling his blaster from his side, he handed the hilt to the snow eclipsed mongrel standing in front of him.

"I'm going after the child."