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Sins of the Father - Chapter 33

Summary: Boba goes to exact a little justice; Amara dealing with the after effects.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Amara is awake!! Hopefully, it won’t hinder her too much.

I would not want to be on Boba’s bad side, especially when it comes to his daughter. Lord help anyone who gets in his way, whether that’s the Pyke syndicate or Din.

I couldn’t find any details about the customs of twi’leks when it comes to marriages so I just made up some stuff.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Bold - comm

Warning: Mentions of drug use, blood, red stained teeth (Wookiee attack), threats, anger about recuperation, mentions of engagement, kissing, angst, fluff, mentions of carbonite, unable to sleep, I think that’s it, if I miss any warning please let me know.

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THE RECKONING

Boba stood watching Marg Krim puffing on his own product while he sat on his throne. His armour and that of Djarin’s were sprinkled from head to toe in the blood of Krim’s guards, as disturbing as that image was, the red stained teeth of the Wookiee standing behind them sent a chill down Krim’s spine, tightening his grip on his pipe.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of Daimyo’s Tatooine coming to visit me?” His gesture was open and full of hospitality, but Boba saw his gesture for what it truly was, concern, worry, and apprehension.

“Because of your lack of control over your own people, two of my own were injured. Tell me the name of the one who released that sleemo from your prison” Boba wasn’t mincing words, these words were a declaration. Everyone in the room knew it.

Din’s hand rested against his blaster, Ara’s amban rifle was strapped to his back, his free hand’s fingers trailed along the edge of the butt of the rifle ready to unleash it at a moment’s notice.

Krrsantan kept his eyes roving about the room, taking in his next potential victim, he couldn’t help a grin appear on his lips.

He remembered Amara from when she was a child on Tatooine. The times she would run to Boba as soon as he landed his ship, her arms up in the air waiting for him to pick her up, or the times she spent braiding his own Wookiee hair when he and Boba would sit down and discuss the hunt. He couldn’t stand her at the time, but as she grew older, he respected the person she turned into. He could still remember the sadness and brutality that surrounded Boba when they drifted apart, and despite the fact Krrsantan was under the control of the Hutt twins he still did his best to keep an eye and ear on her whenever he could. Even helped her out on a few occasions, though she never knew it and he’d keep it that way.

The longer silence filled the room, the more Boba kept his hand trailing along his carbine rifle, shifting his vision to those in the throne room, “You have exactly one minute to bring me the person responsible for harming two of my own. Unless, you are taking responsibility for their injuries yourself, Marg.” Boba’s visor focused on Krim’s eyes, the menace and threats behind that visor were radiating clearly.

The leader of the Pykes took in a deep puff of his spice, narrowing his own eyes on the Mandalorian.

‘Djarin’ Boba’s voice came through Din’s helmet, ‘Things could get rough in a minute’

‘With you till the end’

‘This is the way’

The tension rose in the room, Krrsantan tightened his hand around his rifle, things were about to kick off, this was his favourite part and he couldn’t wait to get a bit of justice for Amara.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Take it slow, Amara, no need to rush” Fennec’s voice echoed through the sparring room as she helped Amara through her stances.

It had been two weeks since she woke up from her weird coma and it was driving her crazy she wasn’t yet back to her full speed. Not just physically, but even mentally, thankfully most of her memory was intact, but for some reason she could only remember certain aspects leading up to the day she fought Leemy Billie. What she could remember were flashes. Images that seemed to tell a story, however they appeared out of sync.

One of the first images she remembers was seeing Crasea bruised and beaten appearing at her door.

Then sending Adi off with Fennec.

Running into Agui at the cantina.

There were flashes of the actual fight however the angle was off.

Getting ready for the fight, however those images always appeared rushed in her mind.

She felt as though there was something she was missing, something important she had forgotten, and no matter how hard she tried to reach for it, it always escaped her grasp. Something about the day Din left, there were major gaps to that day, all she can really remember was seeing him and Adi in the office, then watching the Naboo star fighter lift off from her garage and head out.

Despite the missing memories, there was a feeling, a sensation that rested in her chest that kept telling her she had forgotten the most important moment.

“Amara, stop!” Fenn shouted as she saw how much Amara was pushing herself to the point of injury.

It threw her off guard as her mind had drifted, the pain she felt was blinding, “ARGHHHHH!!!” Amara’s scream bounced off the walls, as her legs gave way from the stress she put her body through. Before she could do these kind of movements in her sleep, now … she felt like a helpless baby, unable to perform even the simplest of movements.

“Hey” Fennec came to her side, placing a hand on her back, “just take a deep breath”

“It’s not fair!”

“I know” her heart broke for her friend, life in this universe was never easy but it always seemed as though Amara received the short end of it, she brushed her hair off her face, hoping that would calm her down and provide her some relief, “But you gotta remember you are doing a lot better compared to the first day you woke up. Every day you’re doing better, not to mention you are just getting back to normal with your fighting. You’re already walking, running, and you’re getting your strength back too. Right?”

“I shouldn’t have to get better. I should …” tears slipped out of her eyes as her fists clenched against the mat.

“It’s okay. I’m here” Fenn wrapped her arms around the woman who had lost complete composure, she wasn’t the best at offering these kinds of affections but for Boba and Amara she’d try. “Why don’t we go get a drink? Might help?”

Amara simply shook her head, “No. It’s okay” she wiped the tears that had drenched her cheek and pooled on the mat, “I should get home. Got two kids at home probably wrecking all kinds of havoc.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah” she answered as she stood from her position, hoping there was enough strength in her legs to carry her back to the hangar, so she could fly Din’s ship back to the garage. “Haven’t known Grogu for long, but he’s an adorable little mischief-maker.”

“Yeah he is. Alright let me walk you out then” Fennec patted her shoulder, as they headed to the hangar.

“Amara!”

She turned towards the voice to see Aola and Crasea, both jogging over to her, Crasea looked completely healed aside from his prosthetic eye, Aola had a smile on her face brimming from one ear to the other. “Fennec, Amara, we wanted you two to be the first to hear.”

“Crasea, Aola” Amara nodded, smirking at the two young lovers who had found each other in her father’s palace. Crasea would always hold a special place in her heart, like her co-rebel fighters, who had bled, sweated, and cried beside her, “I’m glad to see you’re doing a lot better than the last time I saw you, Crasea.”

“Me too. I’m glad to see you up and about. How are you feeling?”

Fennec cleared her throat, no doubt this was a conversation Amara didn’t want to have, “What brings you two lovebirds around here?”

“Oh right!” Aola chuckled, “We’ve decided to become united”

“Congratulations you two!”

“I’m very happy for the both of you” even though the words came out of her mouth, and she was happy for them, for some reason Amara couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness and a twinge of jealousy. Why was she jealous, just because Din and her had gotten closer, it didn’t necessarily mean he was interested and even if she could find the courage to tell him, would he even reciprocate? Although, he and Grogu were practically living with her … ugh! This was not where her mind needed to focus on, “Please make sure to let me know when the joyous day is and I’ll make sure to provide you with a special gift.”

“Thank you Amara” Aola wrapped her arms around Amara pulling her in for a hug, “I was wondering if you could do me the honour of being my older sister for the ceremony” she whispered to Amara.

“Really?” She pulled back to look at Aola, yes they were somewhat close, but not as close as she’d imagine to be standing there with here for her uniting ceremony.

“Yes, is that okay?”

“Absolutely, just make sure to tell me what to do”

Aola let out a chuckle as she shifted to stand beside Crasea again, “Not to worry, you will be fully prepared”

“When are you two thinking of holding the ceremony?”

“Two months time” Crasea stated, “we know it might be a bit soon, but after …”

“After what he went through” Aola placed her hand on his chest as she shifted into his side, “but I don’t want to miss an opportunity to have a future with him.” She turned to look at Crasea, “I love you, Crasea, I can’t lose you.”

“I love you, O’yare. Don’t leave me. Please. I … I need you. I can’t lose you.”

Din’s voice filled Amara’s head, she shook her head, as a pain erupted in her head.

“Amara?” Fenn’s voice was full of concern as Amara hunched over, “what’s wrong?”

“Sorry, slight headache all of a sudden”

“You going to be okay flying back?”

“Yeah, probably did too much”

“We won’t keep you, go home and rest” Aola patted her arm again, “I’ll comm you later so we can discuss what it means to be the older sister for the ceremony”

“Thanks, take care you two”

It wasn’t long before Fennec was standing in the hangar of Boba’s palace watching the star fighter take off and head towards Mos Eisley.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Okay Grogu, so you see this” Adi pointed to the connector “this connector here” he looked to the little guy beside him, “it regulates the ion engines. You want to make sure that your engine doesn’t get too much ion, at the same time it can have too little. It must maintain a certain amount.” Grogu hummed almost in agreement. He had moved the pod racer to work on it outside, allowing for a bit of a breeze to waft over him. Not to mention, it gave the space for Din’s ship.

“Now see this assembly here …”

Amara headed closer towards Adi’s voice, the Podracer still had pieces missing, she stood beside it listening to her son educating Din’s son.

“…Which regulates the plasma energy binders.” Grogu made a series of noises almost like questions, “Well that’s why there’s also a way to regulate it in the cockpit, so that way during the race if something happens you are still able to make the necessary corrections.”

She couldn’t help smile at the closeness those two were getting, but it also pained her. When Din decided to leave them, he’d take Grogu with him leaving Adi with another pain in his heart, “Do you actually understand what he says?” Amara asked as she leaned over the open casing looking at her son.

Adi’s smile grew seeing his Ama, “I infer from context”

“Since when did you grow up? Inferring?”

“Had to happen some time” he smirked, remembering the day after his Ama was incased in carbonite, Din sitting him down, telling him the moment he saw him become a man was the moment Adi stood by his mother’s med bed and demanded answers.

“Unfortunately, sweetie I’m gonna head home, I’m very tired”

Adi shifted from underneath the Podracer, taking Grogu with him despite the protest. As soon as Grogu saw Amara his protesting quieted, instead he reached out towards her.

She couldn’t help chuckle at his adorable features and cute expressions, she took him in her arms, nudging her nose against his, chuckling as he cuddled against her, “Guess you wanted some cuddles, huh, kid?”

“He always wants cuddles” Adi chuckled.

“Reminds me a bit of you, when I first met you. You always wanted cuddles.” Remembering her son when he was younger, the nights he would cuddle into her side, have Ca’tra on one side, him on the other. All three cuddled together as sleep finally found them.

Adi eyed his Ama as her eyes look as though they were welling with tears, “Ama, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I just pushed myself too hard doing my stances today” she shook her head out of the past and focused on the present.

“You don’t have to push yourself, Ursu already said you’re doing a lot better than she said you would be. You’re already up and walking, running even.”

“But still not strong enough” she stated as her hand trailed along Grogu’s ears, while he cuddled himself further into her side.

“You’ll get there Ama, it’s only been two weeks.”

She couldn’t help smirk at her son. Din’s words replayed again, she couldn’t help wondering if it was all just in her head, or if it was a memory she had forgotten. Had they told each other how they felt? Did he feel the same? Yet, his voice sounded like a dream, it didn’t sound real.

“Ama?” Adi placed his hand on her shoulder, ��What’s wrong, you okay?”

“Yeah” she shook her head, he shouldn’t worry about her. “Just fading, I’m going to head towards the house, be careful on your way home.”

“Okay, you going to take Grogu with you? He’s looking a little sleepy in your arms.”

“Yeah” she chuckled, placing a kiss on top of Grogu’s head as he hummed in appreciation, “I’ll take this one with me” she couldn’t help looking at her son with admiration, he clearly enjoyed being a big brother. She smirked as Adi placed a kiss on her forehead, as he motioned for her to head on home.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Din sat in the pilot seat, it had been a week and a half since they left, and he couldn’t wait to see Ara again. Things between them had gotten a bit awkward, and he wasn’t sure what the reason was, maybe it was his fault for holding back as Adi wanted, maybe he didn’t want to overstep since she couldn’t remember. His biggest fear was that she did remember yet changed her mind.

The cockpit was quiet as they all headed back to Tatooine, it had been a little over three weeks since Amara awoke, and the man responsible for all the pain Boba, Amara and Crasea had to suffer was currently in carbonite awaiting Boba’s justice, especially after going a few rounds with Boba and Din.

Din smirked thinking of the man’s grovelling face as he pleaded with Boba for mercy, only to meet the business end of Boba’s carbine rifle, knocking him out completely.

“How are you doing?” Din asked cutting the silence that had settled among them.

Boba looked over to the man who asked the question, “Are you asking if my guilt is appeased knowing that man is in carbonite? Then no.”

“I’m fully aware how that can feel, however, I’m asking how are you feeling since Amara has woken up.”

Boba rubbed his face as he leaned back in the co-pilot seat, it was weird being in Amara’s ship without her, “Guilty. That’s all I feel Djarin, from the moment I wake up, to the moments I catch a few minutes of sleep. I look at Crasea, I feel guilt. I look at Aola, guilt. Adi, guilt. Amara, guilt. I used to have trouble sleeping when Amara’s mom died. I’d close my eyes only to see Sintas lying on the ground, her body broken and bruised. Now I close my eyes, I see my daughter lying on the med bay, her face pale, blood seeping from her wound …” Boba let out a long sigh as his head rested against the headrest, “Seeing your child in such a helpless way …”

“Makes you feel like you’ve failed as a parent.”

Boba turned to look at the Mand’alor, “Forgot you’ve experienced this as well, how is your son doing?”

“He seems quite taken with Adi, I often find those two together.”

“Do you think they’re going to drive Amara crazy?”

Din chuckled as he readjusted himself in the pilot seat, “Without a doubt”

“Have you talked to her yet? Reminded her of what you both exchanged?”

“No. Adi asked me not to - - at least until she’s ready.”

“Hmmm” Boba didn’t know that was something Adi had discussed with Djarin, and something he’d have to address with Adi. He could understand where he came from, he would’ve protected Amara too. “How do you feel about that?”

“I’d rather be by her side than anywhere else.”

“You know that’s not going to always be possible. You’re still the Mand’alor.”

“Even as the Mand’alor … I want her by my side, however she’ll have me.” His hand tightened around the stick, not quite realizing where this conversation was going.

“What about Adi? Grogu?”

Din cleared his throat, “I’d want Adi by my side as well. Grogu is my son, I already did the rites with him.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you planning on telling all of this to Amara and Adi?”

“When the time is right, I still need to deal with Bo-Katan first.”

“Not to mention you still have one last bounty to work for me.”

“I know”

Boba watched the hyperspace window taking in what all this could mean in the near-distant future, “If I understand you correctly, you plan on robbing me of my family completely and take them with you to Mandalore.”

Din turned to look at the older Mandalorian beside him, for the first time since meeting Boba he was true and properly nervous, “If that is something she wants, possibly.”

Boba nodded as he listened, “Well get used to having me visit on a regular basis. I’ll make sure you’re treating them well, or I’ll take my family back, and your title” he turned his head to look at the visor beside him, “understood?”

“This is the way”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“You’re what I need. Ara … O’yare, I don’t need anyone else. I need you.”

- * -

“I need you, ner mesh’la (my beautiful) O’yare . Ner jatne burc’ya (my best friend). Ner hbina tyatr (my guiding star).”

- * -

“Please, don’t leave me; not when I’m finally beginning to feel free. I tried to push you away on the ship, telling you to leave, because you deserve better, and I know I’m being selfish in asking you to stay, but I am. I’m asking. Don’t leave me, cyar’ika.”

- * -

“Ner hbina tyatr (my guiding star), don’t you see, there is no happiness without you.”

- * -

“Ner hbina tyatr (my guiding star) you always know how to guide me.”

- * -

“Look after yourself, while I’m gone. Please. I need you in one piece, cyar’ika.”

- * -

“Please cyare, please wake up. I can’t lose you. I love you, Amara. I need you to wake up. Please!”

- * -

“I love you, O’yare. Don’t leave me. Please. I … I need you. I can’t lose you.”

- * -

“You couldn’t bring me in, could you? You couldn’t just tell me the truth? No. You had to be the big badass I know you to be, right? You couldn’t let me be by your side? Do you have such little faith in me? Are you truly that stubborn and full of anger and grief to toss aside what we have? Don’t say we don’t have something, because we do. I know it. You know it. Otherwise you wouldn’t have sent me that message. I wish … Haran! (Hell!) I wish I got that message earlier, and not when I was two hours from Tatooine. I know you can take care of yourself! I know you’re use to do things your own way, but now! NOW I have to be the one to make this call to Adi! To Boba! I swore! I promised to protect you, you took that away from me. You took away my right to protect you.”

- * -

“O’yare please, fight this! Don’t leave me. Don’t leave Adi. For us, fight! I didn’t think I would be able to find this again, please cyare, please fight. Come back to me. I’ve been able to bear so many things, I’ll bear this too, if you just come back to me. Please. Don’t leave me. I love you.”

Amara opened her eyes unable to understand what she just dreamt, she glanced over to her chrono, it was only one thirty in the morning. What the hell did she just dream about? Was that her imagination? It couldn’t have been real, right? Were those her memories?

She tossed and turned, trying to go back to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes she kept seeing brown eyes full of concern and worry. Whose eyes was she seeing anyway?

Why couldn’t she go back to sleep? Was it because of those eyes? Or because Babeh, Din and Krrsantan still hadn’t come back yet. She let out a sigh, rolling on to her back, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes focusing on the ceiling of her home, all thoughts of sleep now completely gone. She hadn’t really talked to Din since she woke up. Maybe that’s what’s been really bothering her, they fact they’ve barely talked. Outside of small pleasantries, neither had really expressed more.

She pushed the blankets back, sitting up in her bed, trying to adjust to the reality she was feeling. She knew she was getting stronger, but she was just annoyed at the progress, however considering that nearly two months ago she was frozen in carbonite, and now almost four weeks later she was able to spar with Fennec without feeling pain, do her stances with her swords and not feel like dying every second, she was doing pretty good.

And yet those damn brown eyes filled with concern and tears came flashing back into her mind.

With frustration she quickly got dressed and headed towards the garage, she hadn’t really been there, outside of a quick check in with Gregor, she had left the garage to be handled by Pelli and Adi. For some reason, there was an apprehension she felt every time she neared the garage.

She took in a deep breath as she took her time walking in, flashes of that night came flooding back as she stood in the darkness of the garage.

The lights were dimmed in the garage, she was hoping to take advantage of the night vision on her hud. Her amban rifle trained on the door in the back, explosives attached to the latch on the front and back doors, the droids cameras were synched to her hud, if they came from the roof she would see that too. She saw the door shift as someone tried to force the door open.

— * —

The explosion from the front and back door echoed loudly in the garage, she didn’t waste time, taking out as many as she could as soon as they stepped in.

— * —

She aimed the grabbling hook at the beam above, in one quick movement she eased herself up, assessing the layout of the remaining mercenaries.

— * —

Explosion knocked the mercenaries off their feet, she held on to the beam as the heat reached up to where her level, once the heat and fire suppressed she was able to see another seven lying dead, three others were wounded severely. She shifted to the next beam, dropping down behind Adi’s pod racer, she took out her swords, facing five more who were inching their way over to her.

— * —

She took in a shuddering breath as she stood in front of Leemy, he was the only one left and he looked scared, worse, he looked frightened.

“Why?”

“Why what dear?”

“Why kill him? Why allow that worm to kill him?” She needed to know, regardless of what he had to say, regardless of how stupid the reason, she had to know.

Leemy’s laugh filled the garage, “You really want to know”

“I need to know”

“The answer won’t give you what you want” he coughed, blood escaping from his lips, he furrowed his brows at seeing the dark liquid against his blue fingers. He snarled towards the woman who had surprised him in more ways than one. Amara could feel her energy fading, she wanted to take another stim but if she did, her heart wouldn’t survive, not that she would if the feeling of numbness indicated anything. She needed to know what the reason was.

“I can see you’re going to be stubborn, my dear” Leemy sneered out, “fine, the reason why I allowed it is simple, because I could. Happy?”

“All the pain I’ve experienced for the past few years has simply been because you could”

“Yes.”

Amara’s breathing quickened, she hadn’t been able to remember that night, since she woke up. Not completely and now … she walked over to the service desk, she remembered kneeling behind the desk, taking out her comm to call Din.

“Hey Din, you’re probably wondering why I’m in my gear … well you see I may not have been completely truthful with you about why I sent away Gregor, Peli and Adi. I know you’re going to be mad at me, but you need to know the truth. The man who was responsible for Ca’tra’s death is on his way to me right now. I have a chance ner bare, a chance to avenge my husband’s death from a hut’uun such as Leemy Billie. There are so many things I need to say, but my time is running short … I should have said this when you were leaving to meet Grogu, but I thought … I thought I had more time. You’re the best man I’ve ever known, I know you think your past defines you, makes you unlovable because you’ve done things you’re not proud of, however that’s not true. I know it’s not true because … because I love you. I love you, Din. I’m so proud of you, of the man you are, despite all that has been thrown your way, you didn’t allow it to defeat you, you got back up. I should’ve told you when we were on Sorgan, should’ve told you when we were on Papsr. I think I realized it that night at the orphanage, how deeply in love with you I am, I’m sorry for wasting so much time. I love you, Din. With all my heart, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same because … because you gave me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. Hope. Thank you, Din. Look after Adi for me, tell him I love him. I love you both. I have to go, but never forget you are a good man, and I love you, cyare.”

Tears streaked down her cheeks, she had completely forgotten about her declaration. No wonder he’d been distant. Amara wiped the tears trying to wonder how hurt Din was knowing she hadn’t remember any of it.

“Ara?”

Her hand froze against the desk, she cleared her throat, quickly wiping away the tears, she turned to the familiar voice and even more familiar shiny beskar and black visor staring at her.

“Hey Din”

“What are you doing?”

She quickly shifted away and around the garage keeping her tear streaked cheeks out of his line of sight, “Oh, just checking at the repairs everyone did”

Din stilled his movements, “You haven’t been back since you woke up?”

Her hand fidgeted against one of the weapon’s panel, it was Ca’tra’s old storage. “Not really.” She opened the panel, if she remembered correctly this was near the explosion she set off.

Din watched as she focused on the tower of parts in front of her, he was going to ask what she was doing when a piece of the structure opened up, he shifted behind her to see an array of Mandalorian weapons, he recognized one of the vibroblades, it was the one Ca’tra used to carry around with him at the covert when they were kids “Ca’tra’s?”

Ara nodded, “Yeah, it use to be in the Sintas, after he passed away, it took me a while before I could move them here” she motioned to the panel in front, “I was afraid someone might steal them if I left them on the ship. Never thought they could’ve been destroyed in an attack at the garage.”

She looked over all the weapons, quickly, everything looked in good nic, thankfully the cache did it’s job in protecting the equipment. She grabbed a long package from the back of the cache, closing the compartment before she moved towards the service desk.

“Ara, why are you here in the middle of the night?”

She turned smirking at Din, “Why are you here in the middle of the night?”

“We just got back from the Pyke Syndicate’s headquarters”

“How did it go?”

Din leaned against the desk, not really paying attention to what she was doing, he let out a sigh, “It was rough. Turns out the man who let that di’kut was Krim’s own son. It took some convincing, some …” he smirked, “aggressive negotiations”

“Aggressive negotiations?” Amara turned to look at him smirking, “What sort of negotiations?”

“Krrsantan ripping the arms of a few people, your dad and I shooting a few others.”

She nodded focusing her attention back on the package, “You all escaped with your lives? Impressive” her nerves were bridling just under the surface knowing how different that outcome could have been.

“I thought you would’ve had more faith in me” Din muttered his voice low.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t have faith in the best man I’d ever known?” She turned to look at him, she hadn’t opened the package, simply rested her hand on it.

Din turned his head alarmingly quick, as his visor locked on to her eyes, “What did you just say?” He watched the holo vid whenever he could, he could practically recite that video word for word.

She smiled as she looked at the visor, “You heard me. What you want to hear it again?”

Din shifted from his spot, stepping closer to her, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest, there were three words he wanted to say, he’d been dying to tell her since she woke up. Yet his promise to Adi kept him from overstepping.

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here”

She let out a long sigh, “I couldn’t sleep”

“Why not?” His hand was clenching by his side, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to cup her cheek. Gods, he missed her, he just wanted it to be like before.

“Had a pretty intense dream”

“About?”

He took another step closer to her, she let out a sigh, “Can you tell me if anything I say sounds familiar?”

“Sure”

“The dream started off with me unable to move, there was a voice in the darkness, it kept calling to me, keeping me between awareness and losing myself to the darkness.”

“What did the voice say?”

“I don’t remember all of it, but what I do remember is:

Please fight! Don’t leave me. I didn’t think I would be able to find this again, please fight. Come back to me. I’ve been able to bear so many things, I’ll bear this too, if you just come back to me. Please. Don’t leave me. I love you.”

Din swallowed hard, he remembered those words, of course he knew those words he said them to her at her bedside, “Do you know who said it?”

Amara focused on the package in front of her, she was going to test the waters, if he wasn’t going to admit it, she didn’t want to push him. She took in a deep breath, “If I were to say yes, what would you say?”

He closed the distance between them, “Are you serious?”

“Yes”

He rested his thumb and forefinger on her chin, turning her head slightly to look at him, he noticed how her eyes welled up with tears, “If you really remember, and you know who it was that said it … then cyar’ika, I can finally breathe again.”

“Din” her eyes locked on his visor, her bottom lip trembled, she watched as the visor shifted and slowly began to rise, “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time” Din’s voice changed midway, his helmet raised past his lips. Amara could see the scruffiness that was suppose to be a beard and his moustache. It raised even higher showing his strong nose. She watched as he sat the helmet down on the desk beside them, her eyes couldn’t move from the helmet. She wanted to look at him, but she was scared, “Cyar’ika, please look at me”

“I want to” her voice had gotten small, smaller than she had thought possible.

“Then what’s holding you back?”

“What it’ll mean when I do”

“The only thing it’ll mean is how much I care about you” Din cupped both her cheeks, her hand rested against his forearm, while the other clutched around the large package on the desk. “How much I want to share this part with you. Please cyare, look at me.”

Amara shifted her eyes, she gasped when she saw those same brown eyes that had been haunting her every time she closed her eyes, she shifted her hand till it began caressing his cheek, “I was right”

“Right?”

“Your beauty on the inside matches the handsome face before me”

“You remember”

“I remember. I remember everything.”

Din pulled her closer to him, resting his right hand on her waist, where it always belonged, “Mesh’la, I’ve missed you” he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’ve missed you, and I have something for you” she pulled back to look at Din, sliding the large package that had been resting on the desk.

“What is it?”

“Open it”

Din shifted her so she was in between his arms, her back pressed against his chest, his head over her shoulder so he could see, as he unwrapped it a familiar sight appeared before him, an amban rifle, made of a material that shined as brilliant as his beskar. He trailed his hand over it. “An amban rifle?”

“It use to belong to Ca’tra, it’s only right it goes to his vod.”

“What’s it made from?” His voice choked, he didn’t think he’d ever have something beside his armour from his extended family.

“Songsteel”

“Thank you, cyar’ika” he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Amara turned to look at him, “Din, I … I …”

“I know. I love you, O’yare.”

She pressed her lips against his, cupping his cheek, “I love you, Din” she mumbled against his lips, his hands rested on her waist turning her slowly till her back pressed against the desk. Deepening the kiss, as her arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer.

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