((Based off a few lyrics from Radiohead's Climbing Up The Walls.))
"And either way you turn,
I'll be there. Open up your skull.
I'll be there, climbing up the walls."
Alive or dead? It was a question that most bounty hunters inevitably faced when hunting their quarry and now it was one that Ygabba had to face as well. The thought made her smile bitterly as she sat on her bed in the dead of the night. It had been a few weeks since Boba became another of the Sarlaac's victims and strangely enough, it wasn't his absence that bothered her. It wasn't the mind-numbing grief or the unbearable loneliness she had felt afterwards. It was the knowledge that he was still alive, the terrible sense of hope that maybe, somehow, he'd find a way out. Of course, it was sheer lunacy. Nobody had ever made it out of the Sarlaac's maw, not in the recorded history of its seemingly eternal lifespan. Still, Ygabba couldn't help but hope, hope that maybe, Boba's armor had saved him from the paralyzing toxins or that he was still coherent enough to plan some sort of escape; hope that maybe, she'd see him again someday. It was a hope that was shattered everyday he didn't come back and a hope that was rebuilt everyday afterwards. It was a hope that almost made her wonder if it would be better if he was simply dead and gone. That would surely have spared her from the constant, futile wishing that seemed to plague her thoughts.
Her sorrow-addled mind seemed to see him everywhere. She'd think she had caught a glance of him in the streets and a jubilant smile would light up her face, but only for a few fleeting moments as she found herself looking into the face of a stranger. Even at night, she couldn't escape his presence. Her dreams were filled with visions of her friend reaching for the sunlight beyond his acidic grave, apparitions of him slowly and tortuously climbing up the walls.