"You were looking for me, Master?" I entered the circular grey-brick dome to find Luke sitting cross-legged on the ground. He was there patiently waiting for me. Once he saw me come in, his demeanour immediately perked up. "Yes. Please sit, Saoirse." I did as I was told, mirroring him and sitting cross-legged in front of where he was.

Without saying a word, Luke pulled out this red and white stripped handkerchief. Upon opening it, he took out this mesh, metal shirt thingy. It looked like tiny chained lined in rows together. It was just my size, which led me to assume that it was for me.

"The Mandalorian wants you to have this," Luke said in that monotone voice of his. That was still something I was getting used to; older Luke spoke with a lot more emotion in his voice. But my eyes lit up once I realized it was a gift left behind by my husband. Smiling warmly, my hand reached over to caress the garment. "Mando….." My lips whispered. "He said as a Mandalorian spouse, you should have this. It's your right," Luke went on to explain. My right… My eyes drifted down a little. Mando left this for me; I'm sure as extra protection while he's away. He's always thinking of me, and my safety…..

My lips parted unconsciously again. What will happen to Mando after I die? It destroys Luke life enough, and I can't imagine how Mando will react to it. He's been through so much trauma already. True, he's never actually told me about his past before, but he's given me enough that I could put the pieces together. I'm the first person he's ever grown attached to, ever let himself grow attached to….. And when I die… My heart skipped a beat as I continued to stare at the garment. Mando…. Mando….. My husband. "Now, for the first time in my life, I remember being happy. I don't even try; it just happens…. when I'm with you, Saoirse.

You are the best thing I never planned."

Luke noticed when I didn't take the metal shirt away from him right away. I just kept staring at it, my mouth visibly trembling. Luke's eyebrow raised ever so slightly in confusion. "Saoirse?" My arm lowered a tad as I blinked. "Luke, I…"

"Now, now, what's all this about?" Both our heads shot over to the side. Picture our surprise to see Obi Wan Kenobi's force ghost standing there. He was grinning at us, as was typical of him. While I was mildly surprised to see him there, you could tell that Luke was even more so. "Master Obi Wan!" We both let out a gasp. His cheerful expression didn't let up as he stepped closer to us. He examined the shirt, parting his lips. "Well now, that's impressive chain mail shirt. Did Din Djarin leave this for you, Saoirse?" His head spun my way. My eyes glued onto my master's face, becoming watery and desperate in the corners.

"Master, I don't know what to do. I want to stay here and train under Luke, but I'm worried that eventually….. eventually something might happen…. happen to me…. And I don't know where that'll leave Mando," I was saying in between hick-ups now. While Luke watched me like he didn't know what to make of this, Master Obi Wan reacted as if he entirely understood. He cooed, coming over to pat my back reassuringly. "Shhhhhhh, calm yourself, child. You have nothing to fear yet." I wiped my eyes to gaze up at him. "B-But I have to die someday. Moff Gideon said that's the only way the Empire can rise again."

Luke was taken aback by this, tilting his back up a little. "The Empire…..? No, Saoirse; you're mistaken. It's not going to rise again; the war is over now," he seemed less sure though when neither Master Obi Wan nor I verbally responded to this, simply instead staring at him for a moment. Master Obi Wan then turned his attention back onto me. His firm hand went from rubbing my back to resting on my shoulder as he made me look him in the eye again.

"Tell me, child. What do you think the Force wishes of you? What is the will of the Force?" "The Force…..? Why, t-to stay and train with Master Luke, r-right? That's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it? Why else would the Force have shown me….. shown me…" Well, basically shown me older Luke after I seemingly die? Giving my head a swift shake, I knew I had to continue explaining. "The Force brought Luke and I together. It must be its will that we remain this way….. Right?"

Master Obi Wan's smile returned as he kept his hand pressed into my shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. "You are unsure, my child." "Unsure? I….." But he cut me off again. "You have good reason to be sceptical. Why, Saoirse, do you think the Force showed you what it did? Brought you to where you refer to?" I blinked at him wildly. "B-Because Luke was destined to be my teacher. That is the will of the Force, isn't it?" My heart started to race when Master shook his head. "It is the will of the Force that you stay by the Mandalorian's side; you balance each other. Where else you choose to go is up to you and who you choose to help is up to you."

My eyes widened and a physically drew back from him. Both men were watching me intently now, though Luke with more confusion than anything else. My head couldn't stop shaking. "No… No, Master. I can't leave him; I can't leave Luke. We just found each other….. We've got years ahead of us to spend together. I can't just leave him now." "Saoirse…." Master Obi Wan lifted his hand a little, but I was having none of it. Our eyes locked onto one another's once more; mine serious and sincere. "I can't go, Master; not now….

I love him too much to leave."

I'm sure Luke was puzzled why I didn't say "you" instead, but let's be real…. I left my Luke- his older self- a while ago. That's the version of Luke I grew to care for so much… The one that helped me get through my grief and heal after witnessing Anakin's horrible atrocity….. Luke's father murdering those precious little boys. The thought still made me shutter. But Master Obi-Wan Kenobi simply nodded his head. "Yes, I know you do."

I went on, tears forming in the corners of my eyes again. "Master, Luke means so much to me. He's my friend, my mentor, my master….. He cared for me and Mando. How can I leave? Knowing how close we'll become…." Luke finally decided to jump in now, eying me suspiciously. "Saoirse, have you…?" But our master stopped him from finishing his question. He silenced Luke with a raise of the hand, then placed it back onto my shoulder. His stare narrowed down.

"Let me ask you again. Why do you think the Force showed you what it did? Did it bring you to Luke that first time, with the desire that you might bond and wish to stay together in your own time? Or could it be that the Force wanted you to get attached to Luke, so that you might be more willing to part with him?" "Master…." My jaw dropped open in shock. Luke's jaw didn't fall but his eyes certainly grew wide. Seeing that I was confused, Master Obi-Wan spoke more. "You know how attached Luke will become to you, and how much he will suffer. Do you wish him to go through any of that, Saoirse?" "Wha-….. N-No! No, of course not!" I would never want to see this Luke as I first met him, though I knew that was direction we were currently heading. That's when the wheels in my head started turning and our master could tell. Smiling over to Luke, he looked him in the eye. "Do you want to grow so attached to Saoirse? Become so dependent on her? Her and Din? Be honest, Luke." "I…" Luke began but was unable to continue.

Nodding his head yet again, Master Obi-Wan glanced back in my direction. Only then did his grin gradually fade. I felt his fingers give my shoulder a squeeze. "I cannot protect you from the wrath of Kylo Ren; no one can. Even Luke will be unable to save you when the time comes….." "Kylo Ren? Who's that?" I blinked. But I didn't really need to ask; ten to one he's the man who murders me in the future. Master didn't answer my question, instead going on as if I hadn't asked it. I'm sure that's because he knew Luke was listening.

"There will come a time when you are taken away from this galaxy, my child; there is no stopping that I'm afraid. But the time in between now and then also belongs to you, and you're allowed to cherish it. You love Luke as your friend and master- so save your master from the pain which you know is coming. That is why the Force brought you to him; that is why you spent so much time together on Temple Island. You formed an attachment, you learned to care for him… And now you must let him go, Saoirse. Let him go, and save him from all that suffering. Go instead to Din, who the Force has already placed you at the side of."

He finished his sentence and I breathed; a single tear trickling down my face. My eyes shifted from him onto Luke, who was staring back at me with such shock and intensity. Nothing happened for a moment, but eventually my lips parted a sliver. "Luke…." "Saoirse, I…" "No, please. Master Obi Wan is right. The last thing I ever want to do is to make you suffer….. in any way. I wasn't meant to become a Jedi anyway. I love you, but this isn't the "you" I've come to care for so much….. That man is back on Temple Island far, far in the distance, and with luck, I'll never see him again," another tear rolled down my check at this. Astonished, Luke's eyes grew soft onto mine. Master merely nodded his head in approval.

They watched as I picked up the shirt Mando left for me and stood up. Boba Fett's black cloak swayed down at my sides. Luke and I stared wordlessly at each other for a long minute. My eyes soon lowered onto his. "I will always come, should you ever need me." "Saoirse," he uttered breathlessly. Then I turned to our master, giving him a slight, respectful bow. "Thank you, Master. I think I finally understand," or at least am beginning to. He bowed a little in return. For the last time, I gazed back at Luke, who wore a solemn yet comprehending expression. "There will always be a special place for you in my heart, Luke….. even if you don't become "him" someday. Please know that I am always here for you, my friend. Me and Mando….. Should you ever need our help, we will come….. I will come." And with one last bow to each of them, I left the stone hut with a firm, final resolve.

For the first time in a while, I knew exactly where I needed to be.