It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.
A voice. It felt strangely familiar.
Don't be afraid. I'll be right back.
Although all he could hear was a just voice, he felt a sense of comfort, as if someone were stroking his back.
Yet, he knew instantly. It was a lie. The caress would not last. The voice would never return. The promise would be broken, and hope would betray him.
But it was a lie he wanted to believe so badly.
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The Mandalorian dreams of Mudhorn.
A story of how Din Djarin becomes the true owner of his signet.
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*when Grogu isn't in his vincinity for 3 second*
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