#maulkiller

"What about you, Maulkie?" Sabine asked. "I know it's a grim topic, but... we all need a plan."

Maulkiller wasn't sure how the conversation had turned into this. They were in the cargo hold, sitting in a sort of circle with their backs to each other. It'd gone from teasing Ezra about his awful flirting attempts, to him talking about some time he'd made an absolute fool of himself with a girl back in his home planet, to Sabine and Ezra talking about their home planets, then about their families, then Ezra mentioning how he felt after they'd died and now here they were: talking about their own deaths, about what they would like to happen to their bodies often. Sabine wanted her armor to be taken back to her family so that future generations could repurpose the beskar and carry her with them, Ezra wanted to be buried in his home planet, close to his parents, and Maulkie... his hairless brows furrowed in thought. Truth be told, Maulkiller hadn't really thought about the possibility of leaving this plane of existence and having someone stay behind who would care about any arrangements for his body, other than... people he didn't want to think about right now because, like Sabine said, this was already a grim topic, he didn't need to make it grimmer by thinking about THEM.

"When I die-"

"IF." Ezra and Sabine corrected him, quickly and in unison.

Their voices held the exact same level of strictness, making him feel chided, but it also made him laugh.

"If I die..." he started again. "Cremate me. You can choose where, I don't really care what you do with the ashes, just... make sure that's all that's left of me, ashes. Make sure there's nothing left for anyone to pick apart."

So much for not making a grim topic even grimmer...

Maulkiller felt Sabine's knuckles against the back of his skull, a gentle pressure that pushed him ever-so-slightly forward and made him huff as he pressed his head back against her hand.

"You got it," she said. "But you better decide where you want your ashes scattered. Otherwise I'm scattering them at Mythosaur Land."

He cringed at the thought of his ashes ending up scattered in that tacky attempt at an amusement park. Ezra and Sabine turned to watch his scrunched up expression.