"You can be angry with him," a man in green armor said thoughtfully as sat down next to him.
Ragnar didn't look up, didn't open his eyes, just stayed curled around his father's helmet. He knew how lucky he was that Din Djarin had been able to recover his Dad's body, especially his armor.
"Not saying you shouldn't mourn him, miss him, love him, but you can be angry with him," there was a chuckled sigh, "I might have been better off if I had allowed myself to be angry with my Dad."
"What would you know about it," Ragnar finally snarled.
"Trust me, youngling, after watching my father get decapitated by a Jedi. I know all about how you feel."