Shining drops of red blood are sliding across the sleek stone foundation.

A gunshot resonates through the base. Purple and orange follicle flies through the air, darting from one supply crate to another.

A man wearing a flashing grey suit crumples to the ground, croaking for help. He breathes his last, then falls to the ground, his eyes shut.

Hera and Kanan step onto the dais, trying to search for the unrelenting assassin.

But it's gone.

Everything was quiet, yet again.

;-;

Then again, they see it.

A flash of purple and orange follicle darted behind them. A moment of embellished purple Mandalorian armor they could see; the next instant, it was gone.

Just how it had appeared.

Just the way they didn't expect.

;-;

The world might be a great place for some individuals who have a spotless window to look through. In their world, the sun shines, the clouds part and the birds vocalize melodically.

But for some, it's very distinct. The clouds accumulate up and block the sun's rays. The world is insipid. Everything's dead, except for them.

And Sabine's is always the second.

;-;

Always.

Betrayer

Backstabbing.

Betrayal.

Treason.

A few words to depict her life.

And here she was, wandering alone like a wretched lost sheep, attempting to make her way to the world she wanted.

An immaculate window.

A window where she could see the first world for the first time in her life.

Broken feelings? No.

Pain? No.

The only thing she set her heart on was encountering the window she needed more than anyone.

But she couldn't just locate it.

She needed someone to give it to her. But there was always an anomaly. She didn't have anyone alongside her. No one to stand up for her when she's vulnerable.

No one.

;-;

Maybe, she thought, the universe wasn't kind to me. Maybe it just didn't value her like the others.

It just left her to die on the arid flats of Mandalore.

It just left her to backstab everyone she loved in her life. Her family.

She just hoped for a godsend.

But when she finally found her family, they were remote. Casual. Not content to see their child again, who'd they left for the dead.

It pained her to see how time passed without anything happening. With no one to care for her. With no one to admire her pranks, and make her smile in a millennium.

;-;

The next morning, she finds herself back on the dry plateaux. But it wasn't her family who brought her there. It was her sentiments.

She's hurting.

But discomfort is never a choice, as her mother used to say. No matter what you are or who you are, fighting is part of the Mandalorian's blood.

She saw her mother, beaming warmly at her, exemplifying the ways of the Death Watch, and how they don't obey the Mandalorian Creed.

But maybe she didn't understand the creed.

She understood how her mother cared for her when she was young.

;-;

Was this just a fairy tale, where she gets her 'happy ending'?

Or was this a nightmare, that she's haunted throughout her life?

Always the second.

She never gets the option to reconsider. It's either death or running away.

'Everything is provisional. Even life is temporary.'

It's almost as if the notion was plaguing her.

;-;

She finally finds her family.

A group anointed the Rebels. They're a bit too perilous, particularly the Lasat.

A big purple lasat.

A matured Twi'Lek.

A mystery Jedi.

Maybe they'll be her permanent family. Maybe they'll take her in and care for her.

Even family is temporary.

She disregards it as much as she can- but the idea keeps coming back.

Her window is almost uncluttered.

Just one dusty spot.

Vengeance.

;-;

After Ezra's disappearance, Sabine felt like a fragment of her heart had been yanked away.

The world was darkening.

Her window was getting muckier.

The world wouldn't be anything without Ezra Bridger.

;-;

She was back in her second world again. The world that was cold, damp, and dull.

;-;

She was aching, yet again. Without Ezra to chuckle at her jokes. Without Ezra, she'd have no one to tease.

Without Ezra, the world that she saw was altering.

;-;

Without Ezra, she'd be seen as a ruthless assassin. But that wasn't what she was.

She transmitted several messages to Ezra, hoping he'd answer, and one day return to them- his usual grin, his scar, and his enigmatic smile when Zeb's blaster goes missing.

But she realizes one day- Ezra won't ever respond.

;-;

And he would never.

;-;

She looked up at the sky- the three red moons were out. She just wished one day Ezra would come flying back.

But he would never.

It all just seemed like juvenile fiction that he would.

;-;

She knew what the thought symbolized. Even family is brief.

Though she didn't know she'd encounter it.

Never.

;-;

But here she was, heartbroken. Because of the empire.

She pledged. She swore to take retaliation on the empire's admirals.

The question is, did she? Did she avenge Ezra's disappearance?

Likely.

But no.

All her life she spent looking for Ezra with Ahsoka's help.

In the end, it wasn't clear; did she find Ezra? Or did she live a life in misery, and leave the Ghost Crew?

Always the second.

;-;