#chokethelight

A glance was given to the pub, a mild hint of hopefulness before he eventually relented with a sigh. “Fine, fine, probably not time for a joke anyways… ‘least you could do is pretend that had a very clever punchline to it, aye?”

           “You appear to be some distance from home, my friend,” he noted casually, taking in the entirety of the beskar armor and assorted weaponry that coated the man inside the market bazaar.    “What, may I ask, brings a Mandalorian out to these dredges of space?”

         “Is there something in particular that you’re looking for, mister?”  The voice piped  up from behind a pile of droid and machine parts towards the back of the shop’s scrap yard, the face accompanying it appearing a moment later, complete with a few smears of grease and oil for good measure.  “I know where pretty much everything is here so if you know what you’re looking for, I can definitely help you out today.”

      “Someday there’s going to be words that leave your lips that aren’t sarcasm or deflections and that might just be the end of the galaxy as we know it.”  Leia’s words were short, and edged with frustration, her arms crossed stiffly over her stomach and chest as she glared up at the smuggler would be sometimes rebel sometimes cad.   

Don’t feed into it and let them know you’re angry. That’s what Cleo said to do.

      “you’re healing, and healing takes time.”

                            “ careful… you’ve never had to fight me before. ”

             ❝It’s always easier to just ignore your sins than to confront them.❞