Abril: Two chapters in the span of less than a week? Yeah, I was shooketh too. But when read the chapter for edits and realized it was ready well… ( I mean, as ready as I'm ever going to get anything on my own cause I don't have a beta anymoreXD).
The topic of returning to the Jedi temple doesn't get mentioned again, which Jango is grateful for. He's content to remain an oblivious bastard despite the constant itch at the back of his head, 'returning to the temple,' the words reverberated around his skull like a bad migraine. But from these things he turns away.
For his part Obi-wan looks good, lighter, despite the light sadness that permeates all things the boy says and does. One could even pretend that sadness is not even there if they tried a little. Slowly but steadily the heaviness on the Jetii's shoulders from his encounter with the mercenaries recedes.
Life is good. For both of them.
Lately Obi-wan has even begun to venture out of The Fury into the markets they visit. On his own and without being stuck to Jango like a tick too! The first time the teen had gone on his own Jango had threatened to tape a small gun to his hand if the kid didn't willingly carry a blaster with him when he went on his own. 'You take a blaster or you take a blaster,' the Mando had said, not budging an inch. Obi-wan had glared at Jango through the whole discussion with a burning intensity but the man hadn't cared. When he returned to the ship he'd had a hyper-alert look in his eyes until a few hours after what should've been a quiet walk. All in all though, Red seemed fine, if not a little jittery from the amount of people.
Now, they are once more in need of fuel and supplies, mostly more raw ingredients for cooking, they've got plenty of ration bars on board. The kid might also be getting cabin fever so they definitely need a break from The Fury, even if Red doesn't say so. Jango is so tempted to shake the little cretin something mighty because he could've easily told him how uncomfortable the enclosed space was making him before the man had to realize it on his own when Obi-wan wouldn't stop pacing and began climbing over the cargo hold crates. 'No Jango, I wasn't making acrobatics,' my shebs.
They land on a nice port, it's a bit more on the rural side than the more industrial places they're used to. The day is sunny and the air that comes in when they lower the ramp is fresh with the purity that comes from being so close to nature, despite the many landed vessels.
Jango pays the port master and they head to the market where the rich smell of spices and the musk of crowds assaults them. The place is full life with merchants and movement wherever the eye can see.
They go their separate ways for a while, according to meet back at The Fury. Obi-wan promises to com if anything's wrong but Jango frowns at the back of the teen's head as the ginger walks away, unsure if he should believe such promises. Probably not knowing the little Jetii. Still, it's nice getting their own space after breathing each other's air for weeks on end, no matter if they've docked before.
Jango takes his time, unhurried as he chooses foods he's familiar with and a couple of fruits and vegetables he's not. Red likes trying out new things and the Mando is happy to oblige when he remembers.
He hums to himself thoughtfully when he realizes he's enjoying himself in his tranquility. He'd not been that way for a long time. His years of slavery had drained him of too many niceties. He just… Jango hadn't been happy, per se, he hadn't been much of anything before Obi-wan came along. It was just the life of Bounty Hunting and revenge when the opportunity presented itself. It's a sad realization, it makes him wonder if maybe there is something he ought to be doing for himself, something to be more than he is. What joy is to be found by merely existing?
He moves away from the food stuff to stalls with weapons and trinkets, he eyes the knickknacks for a bit but doesn't look for anything specific. It's just nice, to see things because he's curious. He chuckles under his breath. Look at him, enjoying himself unprompted and without ulterior motives, no mission, no bounty, just walking around by himself because he enjoys it.
Jango looks at a couple more things before he's ready to move to the next stall when a brief shine of light in one of the basins catches his eye. It's a small blue crystal between an array of colorful rocks and synthetic plastics. He grabs it between his digits and lifts it up. It's kind of small and sad looking despite the initial twinkle that had drawn him to it, the color seems dull somehow, even though it's the brightest amongst the things in the bowl.
"You like it?" Asks the middle-aged woman behind the stall, a wrinkly smile on her face.
Jango makes an uninterested hum because it's not really his thing, he does not put it back though.
"It's kyber," the woman comments, looking intently at him.
His dark eyes flash at her somewhat wary.
"Really?" He says with heavy amusement, not really believing her.
"'Tis true, I know it." She rests her head upon her dark brown hand, lifting her eyebrows in acknowledgment at a passing merchant who waves to her. Jango wonders at the validity of her words when she doesn't insist again.
He lifts an eyebrow of his own at her and returns his eyes to the crystal. He turns it this way and that, the thing is soft blue, though it gains a purplish tint when he looks at it at a certain angle. It's like a flower he remembers from Mandalore but he can't recall which name it bore.
The crystal does have its own sort of internal glow, Jango notices when he cups his hands and hides it from the sun. Kyber do that… right? Glow?
A measure of dread pools inside his stomach mixed with exasperation at himself when he feels the next question bubbling up his throat.
"How much is it?"
He had thought in passing that he could maybe go to one of the kyber planets to get one for Obi-wan but he'd immediately rejected the idea as soon as it popped into his head. This seems too good a luck to be true, which means it probably is and this isn't a Jetii crystal at all.
"Seven hundred credits." A price to which Jango immediately frowns at.
"Now that's robbery," he says.
"It's not robbery, kyber are precious," the woman replies with an almost mischievous smile, but not enough for Jango to know if it's intentional or not.
"How about-"
"I'm not bargaining Mandalorian." She gives him a pointed, cool look, before returning to her business on her datapad.
He groans, massaging his forehead.
"How do I even know if this is really Kyber?" He challenges, waving the little crystal in front of her. Jango could be getting scammed for all he knows.
"Guess you'll just have to take my word for it," she replies in a bored tone.
Oh, he's definitely getting scammed.
He closes his eyes and lifts his head to the sky almost pleadingly. He takes a breath and curses the woman under his breath.
"If you want me to raise the price I'd be happy to oblige," she snips and Jango clicks his teeth together. He takes in another frustrated breath. He lifts the crystal to eye level.
It really is a sad looking thing. He can't quite put it into words but it's almost like it's old. Jango twirls it around a bit to let it catch the sun. One of the little reflections catches his eye and he has to hold in the urge to rub at it in front of the woman, lest she get any more ideas to laugh at him.
The image of Obi-wan, smiling, comes to his mind as he blinks away the light in his eye. It's one of his rare, large and genuine smiles, like there's a whole part of him just waiting to jump out of his body and exist. He shuts his eyes tight and squeezes in his hand around the crystal until the edges dig painfully into his skin through his glove.
This really could be just some other random kind of glowing rock for all he knows. Kriff.
"Ugh, fine," he groans.
The woman drops her datapad on the stand and stands up with a self pleased smile.
"Excellent, that'll be seven-hundred credits young man."
If the intensity of his glare were any stronger he's sure she'd be crispy, smoking toast. He says nothing though. He's being scammed, he knows it. Despite this certainty, he's still going through with it. Jango is pissed at the merchant, but he's more pissed at himself, he should know better by now.
The Mandalorian glares the whole way through the transaction as he watches his credits disappear before his eyes. Likewise, the woman smiles.
·~·~·~·
The vendor had not even had the decency of giving him a paper bag for the damned rock. Jango stews on this little fact and the very idea of him getting scammed as he walks back to The Fury. He's seen enough for today, and Obi-wan might get a migraine from the crowds soon. Red's been doing better on that front actually; Jango's just hoping he has one so they can leave this insufferable place faster.
He lowers the ramp to his ship and decides to wait for the boy there. He sits down on the slant and enjoys the gentle heat of this planet's small sun. He lets his irritation cool down as he observes his environment. There really aren't all that many people docked so there's a modicum of imaginary privacy as well.
Almost forty minutes later Obi-wan returns with flustered cheeks by the sun and a relaxed demeanor. Jango's glad, despite his earlier wishes, so very adaptable when given the chance, his little field mouse.
"Hey Red, how were the crowds?" he asks the teen.
"Good enough," Obi-wan says simply, but he looks pleased with himself if a little tired. He carries a little bag with some kind of fruit Jango's sure he's never seen and he places it gently beside himself when he sits by the man's side.
The Mandalorian is tempted to ruffle the boy's hair but refrains, instead, he fingers out from one of his pouches the small crystal.
"I bought you something," he doesn't say he's not sure if it's actually kyber, nor that he just hopes that it is and that Obi-wan will know if it is. Jango just hopes for the best as he extends his hand, "here."
Obi-wan opens his palm and tan fingers deposit the crystal there. The teen gives a very slight jump at the contact, but his eyes stare wide at the object.
"I know your crystal was special, and there's probably no replacing something like that, but I thought… Ah, well, I don't know what I thought," Jango says lamely, like it was nothing, like it hadn't just cost him a small fortune.
The kid's long reddish hair frames his face but doesn't hide it, in the sun it makes his locks look a little golden. Jango sees and hears the exact second he takes in a shaky breath.
"Red'ika?" He asks at once, concerned. Maybe this was a big violation or some sort of blasphemy he just committed, oh krak. "I hope I didn't overstep or-"
"No, no," Obi-wan answers quickly, whipping away at a tear rolling down his face. "No, it's okay. Don't worry. It's…" he sighs waveringly. "It's perfect," he offers Jango a small, sad smile, but so genuine.
They stare at it for a bit, Obi-wan inspecting every facet of it like he can discern its history if he looks carefully enough.
"It's so sad," the ginger comments.
"What is?" The man asks a little confused.
"The crystal," the casual answer it's almost insulting to Jango on a level of principle. He knew it was very sad looking of course, but the kid didn't need to say it like that.
Obi-wan lift's his eyes up at him and chuckles lightly, telling at his mood either by his face or the Force.
"Well, not like that! Inside I mean," he brushes one of his birdlike fingers over the translucent surface. "It feels sad."
The man settles and makes a curious noise at the pathetic thing. Okay, he can also admit it's pretty sad looking, that wasn't even in question.
"Is that a bad thing?" He wonders.
"Hm, not really. It just means it has suffered. The person it was connected to before probably died," the ginger tells him simply.
"It knows that?" Jango asks, slightly bewildered.
"I told you, they are sentient to a certain extent. A bond goes both ways after all."
Jango observes the kid then, who gets so enthralled by the kyber that he seems to have spaced out for a moment. Obi-wan closes his eyes and the man has the distinct impression that something he's not aware of is happening right now. The words escape him almost without proper thought.
"How does it feel Obi'ika?" He whispers, unwilling to break the teen's concentration.
The boy hums a bit, thinking, eyes still closed.
"Quiet… subdued, but there." Red takes a moment more then opens his blue gray eyes to look wondrously at his palm. "It's sad… like me," he says it like he can't quite believe it, like it's a revelation. Another tear rolls down his cheek but he doesn't bother about it.
The teen closes his palm and presses it against his chest. He turns to Jango and smiles endearingly.
"Thank you," he says quietly, but full of emotion, "I love it."
"It was nothing," is what he answers, not even surprised by the fact that he means it wholeheartedly.
There's something a little mischievous about Obi-wan's eyes, like he knows it isn't true, but the boy just nods.
"Quite lucky that I looked to where I did actually. It's so small I could've easily passed by," Jango comments casually.
"Hm, there's no such thing as luck," Red says enigmatically, though the man is sure it's not a purposeful thing. His eyes get a little wet with tears again and it makes Jango sigh tiredly.
'Kriffing Jetiise, and their krak magic,' he thinks and loops his arm around the kid's shoulders. Obi-wan leans slightly towards him without hesitation or flinch. 'Worth it though.'
·~·~·~·
It takes him a long while to get it, definitely longer than it should've. He's a smart man, he can connect the dots easier than some, but he's quite certain that his hatred and general disdain for the Jetii played a large role in how long he took to figure it out. A purposefully oblivious bastard indeed.
It just… irks him so much. Hearing about order this, temple that, master this. Jango's brain just refused to wire correctly. When the kid says order he can only picture a government body, when he says temple it sounds only like a cult- he's not yet convinced that the Jetiise aren't a cult, but that's beside the point,- when the boy says master so lovingly and reverently Jango can only hear slaver.
And he'd seen that before, slaves so lacking of anything else in their lives that they looked for whatever scraps of affection they could find from their masters. Shells of what they used to be.
It is disgusting and it makes him physically ill to think about it.
So yeah, it takes him a long time, more so because he'd been so adamantly refusing to listen to what Red was saying. But… Jango's a smart man, and it is only so long before he can, metaphorically speaking, keep covering his ears and obnoxiously shouting over the teen.
Temple is what clues him in, it is said so tenderly and longingly. It's in how Red describes its beauty; long towering walls of white marvel and gardens with plants from every planet imaginable. Temple is where his friends are and his teachers and his caretakers. Temple is where he dreams himself to be at night.
The Jetii temple is home.
The realization comes softly to him, like a gentle wind.
Jango doesn't think he's ever in his life tried so hard not to resent something. Especially something he didn't really like. Still, he tries.
·~·~·~·
"Will you be able to use it eventually? For a sword I mean." Jango asks as he watches the kid painstakingly carefully tie a cord around the kyber crystal securely enough so it won't slip. "I remember you said the crystals have to choose their Jetii."
"They do but…" Obi-wan reddens a little on the cheeks. "You know how I said it was sad?"
"Mhm," Jango nods, taking a sip from his cup of caf.
"And that I was also sad?" The ginger seems to be avoiding his eyes a little.
"Yes, I remember."
"Well, that's what… what's what made the kyber connect with me. I think so, anyway. I think… it felt the sadness in me, recognized it as something it also had within itself and… Well, it is mine now. We're bonded." He smiles down at the sad little thing in his hand.
"No such thing as luck, hm?" Jango repeats the Jetii's words and Obi-wan smiles at him somewhat mischievously, knowing.
"Only the Force," the teen says very quietly. Perhaps hoping the Mandalorian doesn't hear.
Falling on the kid's chest tied with sturdy string, the crystal already looks slightly brighter than when Jango had bought it a few days ago. Which is… interesting. But possibly more Jedi osik as per usual. It makes him think of fairy tales and for once, at least in such context, the thought of the Jetiise and their magic doesn't fill him with dread.
Despite the redhead's own words about his own persistent sadness, Obi-wan smiles at him like a sun. There's so much in his eyes that Jango can't hope to pull apart, so much hidden from him but so clear to see. It's bright and anticipating, but he's not sure what for.
Hope maybe.
The anticipation of hope.
But most of all the young Jetii looks at him like Jango himself placed the stars upon the sky. Where before he'd felt pride at being held in such regard, now he feels a nervous edge. For it seems to him perhaps something misguided for the teen to place such amount of trust in him. Oh, yes. That was it too, what shone in the boy's blue gray eyes.
Obi-wan trusted him.
Gladness and the feeling of being undeserving filled him. He smiled back at the ginger.
·~·~·~·
Jango is having a nightmare.
There's no particular way to discern this, after all, the man is perfectly still as he sleeps; his breathing even and uninterrupted. No one would ever think there was something wrong.
Obi-wan isn't a normal person though, he knows. He can feel his friend's distress permeating the air around them through the Force, it fills him with such hopelessness and terrible anguish his body almost buzzes with it. Oh, Obi-wan is already so very familiar with all of these feelings, they are known to him in an intimate way, known in a way that feels wrong but settles so nicely inside of him. Familiar.
The ginger lies in his own bed, woken from slumber by the man's distress and unable to go back to sleep. His eyes are wide awake and he stares at the uninteresting metal ceiling over him, thinking about maybe approaching Jango to offer him some sort of comfort or to wake him up. This is not the first night this has happened, but he's never been very inclined to move himself to action. Fear of seeming like an intrusion to the other stopping the teen in his tracks. But… things between the Jedi and the Mandalorian change every day, most of them for good and towards better things. On this, Obi-wan thinks.
It is pain now that flares up in Jango, it resonates deeply within Obi-wan as it breezes through his light shielding. A tear slides down the corner of his eye, understanding down to his bones the emotions that haunt Jango and he can't… he can't stand doing nothing anymore.
He sighs harshly and gets up from bed as quietly as he can. He crouches beside the man's bed, unwilling to bother him too much. Jango's eyes move beneath his lids, it's the only thing that betrays his troubled dreaming; his face is set in a hard but restful expression.
Obi-wan closes his eyes and remembers long ago taught lessons about offering your peace to others, about connection with your crechemates, and compassion for all those who suffer without solace. It's been so long since he's done this, and his own pain, one that never strays far from him, flares up like a light. He pushes gently away at the memories in him like one does errant children looking for attention, he needs to concentrate now.
Obi-wan extends the part of himself that is more than his body, that which is the universe connecting everything and everyone together, all interwoven like the finest of fabrics. He lets that part of himself reach Jango's mind and he thinks and feels and hopes it'll be enough for the man.
'Be at peace.'
'You're safe.'
'Everything will be okay.'
The teen doesn't think he's managed to be this calm and focused during meditation in ages, but he is, and the fact alone almost wills him into a smile; because can there be anything more beautiful than his soul quieting down to help another in need? He doesn't think so.
This is one of the things he loves most about being a Jedi. Having the power to help others.
With this action Obi-wan lets himself go as he projects. Peace, safety, security.
·~·~·~·
Jango dreams.
He dreams familiar sights of heartbreak and torture. The last of his aliit, lost all at once in the span of a breath. The salver cracking the whip against his back like lightning. Jaster's empty helmet in his hands.
His grief is so overpowering that it consumes him from the inside until it turns into anger and he can't tell where his pain ends and he starts. He reminds himself the difference doesn't really matter these days.
He despairs and despairs and despairs as he is lost to the wills of his grief and then his anger, over and over like a wheel that never stops its turning.
He feels something… off. He's not certain what it is. But it's not an unfamiliar feeling. It's like… a tendril of water, so subtle it is almost without feeling, but there nonetheless.
Something uncoils inside him and his dreams begin to change, they become softer around the edges, less harsh than he expected them to be. His anger is mellowing, like a fire cooling down. He stands in the snow but it's beautiful and unmarred, there is no red staining it nor bodies anywhere. Jaster's helmet's in his hands but he's smiling, his father has been looking for it for an hour now so sure of where he last left it.
He feels at peace, this thing invading his senses is so calm. He… knows this, he does. He's just not sure where he knows it from.
He almost feels his muscles wanting to relax; it's hard having such peaceful dreams like these, he's not quite used to them. He's so sure he knows this odd feeling, it's-
Jango's eyes snap open and he pounces in less than it takes for his mind to adapt to his surroundings at the presence before him. He hears the head of his assailant bang against the floor and he raises his fist to rain a righteous fury over whomever dared to attack him while he slept.
"Jango!" He barely manages to diverge his fist as it flies down. His knuckles grace Red's forehead but it's child's play compared to what could've happened. He would've destroyed the kid's face.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He shouts infuriated, his heart pounding in his chest so fast he almost can't breathe from adrenalin and anger, which is not really anger at all, it's fear. "What do you think you were doing inside my head Obi-wan?!" He shakes him a little by the collar, but not violently, even though he feels that very violence running through his veins like fire.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just wanted to help, I'm so sorry," the boy, just like him, is so frightened he's trembling under Jango, he says 'I'm sorry,' like a prayer to a vengeful god and repeats it over and over until the words begin blurring together.
Clarity slowly starts returning to Jango. His breathing slows down, his brain adjusting to waking up and the darkness of the room, and the situation currently at hand. He stops pressing down on the kid's chest like he's a treat and jumps away as if Obi-wan is burning him.
Now that he can, the teen curls up in a tight ball, repeating his apology like if he says it enough he won't be hurt for his actions.
"Why-" The Mandalorian takes in a breath. "Why would you even try to do that?" He asks mortified of what he could've done to the boy, his anger at the teen's actions is still there, but it's so overshadowed by emotions of worry for his change that it almost seems unimportant for a moment. "Red, I could've hurt you. What if I hadn't realized it was you? What then? Why would you ever think whatever you were doing was a good idea? And I don't even what to get started with whatever you were doing in my head," he hisses the last part viciously. Jango can't help it, he remembers the touch of a Jetii inside his head clearly, it's something so present in his mind he wonders why he took so long to notice what was going on. His fists and stomach are burning, he feels like beating up someone to a pulp like a basic need.
"I am sorry, I didn't think you'd wake up," the redhead whispers after he's gathered himself a bit.
Anger flares up in Jango like wildfire and Obi-wan curls tighter, his body betraying the expectation of a kick or a punch.
"I- I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please. I swear I was just trying to help, I didn't think you were going to wake up. I don- I- " The boy is losing the tenuous thread of his words to his fear.
Jango takes in a shaky breath. He looks at the boy trembling with uncontrolled terror. The man's emotions drain away from his mind and body, leaving behind only lax limbs and a painful ache in his chest at the sight of the ginger.
"Red, I'm not going to hurt you," his voice begs, exhausted.
Obi-wan is still locked within his fear. And despite Jangos anger, despite his fury at whatever the boy was doing, he can't help himself when he grabs the teen under the armpits and drags his upper body to his lap.
"Come here," he says with a grunt.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sosorrysorry," the kid babbles, flinching at the man's touch and the feel of two arms circling around him. "I won't do it again, I promise, please."
"Sssh, ssh," Jango murmurs as he rubs slow circles behind the kid's back.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Obi-wan begins to realize there is no real danger as his own senses begin returning to him, clarity shining a light over his fear addled brain. Once the thought of danger has left the realm of possibilities, the kid slumps like a puppet without strings, breathing raggedly but finally taking in full gulps of air.
"I'm sorry," he says clearly, one more time.
"Shut up," Jango says not nicely at all, yet he is not unkind. "Are you okay, Red?"
The ginger takes one more shaky intake of air and nods against the man's chest.
"You're mad," Obi-wan states and the Mandalorian can't help but scoff at that. "You're very mad at me." A shiver runs through the ginger's thin body.
"I… won't say I'm not, but… Red I'm not going to hurt you okay? I need you to tell me you understand that. I am mad. I'm really mad, but I care more that you're okay. You are my priority Obi'ika, okay?" The boy nods smally. "Now tell me you understand."
"Yes. I understand," Obi-wan repeats quietly, leaving Jango unsure of how true the kid's statement is. It'll have to be enough for now.
"Before I let my anger get the better of me, I need you to explain to me what were you doing." A moment ago he had already decided he wasn't going to discuss this with the boy right now, but kriff it, he is still rattled by the whole thing and it seems his mouth doesn't want to wait.
"I-"
"In terms that I can understand," Jango cuts him off, not in a mood to hear about Jetii gibberish.
"You were having a bad dream, you… were in pain and afraid... I felt it." Obi-wan says quietly.
"That's not an explanation of what you were doing," there's a bit of an edge to his words, he's having a very hard time trying to keep his temper in check. But when the boy's shoulders tense in his arms he soothes him again. "It's okay," he whispers quietly.
"There's this thing we can do," the ginger doesn't have to specify what it is or how they are, it's perfectly clear to both of them. "We can share our emotions with others, help them reach a particular state. Wh-what I did was- you were in distress so I projected peace to you. An-and you began to feel that peace."
"You were manipulating me," he asks, but not really.
Two of the Jetii are pressing into him with their invisible force, they say 'sleep', 'sleep', and he's so dizzy he stumbles from exhaustion and it scares him because there's still so many Jetiise he has to deal with and he can't afford to lose now. The fear of losing control is terrifying all on its own. Another neck snaps beneath his fingers.
"Nononono," the boy says in a rush, feeling the spike of anger in the Force. "See, if I had a cookie and I shoved it into your face that would be forcing you to eat it, but if I offer it to you and you take it and eat it, that's sharing."
"What are you talking about?" Jango asks with an incredulous frown.
"I'm trying to explain what I did!" Obi-wan shouts quietly, nerves frizzled still. "I shared my emotions with you."
"Well, I didn't want them, and you just said that was forcing," he growls right back, but without much real spite.
They sit in the quiet dark for a while, Jango leaning against the bed in the wall and Obi-wan still tiredly laying half on the floor and half on his lap.
"I thought… Well, you have helped me before… with bad dreams I mean." He sneaks a quick look at Jango's face but diverts his eyes quickly when he sees the man looking at him. "And I… I just wanted to return the favor. That's all… I'm really sorry Jango, I… I suppose I just wasn't thinking."
The Mando sighs, just as tired as the teen.
"Come on," he pulls Obi-wan up, there are small residues of his nervous trembling, but they're almost gone now. "I'm sorry too," Jango says quietly, sheltering the teen under his arm, rubbing the boy's bicep a little. "For shouting and the hit." He gestures at the small blooming bruise on the boy's temple. "Come on, a hot drink will do us both some good."
Obi-wan nods quietly against him. Jango can feel him relax under his half embrace. Well what a pare of poor excuses for sentient beings they make.
An hour later, both exhausted even after drinking some scalding caf to warm up, Jango looks at the Jetii's blue gray eyes more seriously than he's ever looked at him before.
"Don't ever do that again, okay?" He says.
"I won't, I promise," Obi-wan lowers his eyes.
Jango can care about many things for Red's sake, but this is not one of them. Whatever significance it might have, he does not care to know or understand. But whatever fear might want to rear its ugly hair within him on the subject Jango will not stand for it. Whatever Obi-wan is he does not mean bad and he does not deserve his fear.
And it is true. In this, the man is content to know he is a master of himself, for he remains unafraid of the boy he cares so much about. Eventually, they sleep again.
Mando'a:
Shebs: Butt, ass
Aliit: Family (lit, clan)
Abril: I have to say, I quite like this chapter (: hope you guys do as well. Consider this quick update an early Christmas present.
I did some art a long while ago but I couldn't post it because it had the slight spoiler of the kyber. Go check it out on my tumblr (the-red-butterfly) you can find it under the tag of LSDITD probably.