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"I accept."
The words came before Gutterson himself had even realized he was saying it. He was surprised. The offer was something he had not expected; He had prepared for the worst, execution or life in a Mandalorian prison camp. But as the Mandalorian spoke of his offer, Gutterson was overcome with a realization that finally, he had found a cause - his cause, not the cause of some well-paying politician or military leader, to fight for. No, more than a cause. A chance for something he'd never before had, perhaps - a home. A true family. What he had always wanted for the Carrion Crows. Brotherhood.
It was obvious that the Mandalorian's passionate words had affected the scarred mercenary. He had stopped somewhere along the line to regard the man as an enemy, and started to see him as an interesting individual, perhaps even somebody he could respect. Now, he looked at him as something else entirely. What, he wasn't sure. But the offer the man had made him was genuine, and very generous.
The Carrion Crows had always fought for other people's causes. Maybe it was time he fought for one of his own. Maybe it was time he became what he now felt he had always been meant to be, though never quite become. A Mandalorian. A true warrior.
"I'm not big on ceremony or fancy oaths, but, if you will have me as one of yours, then I will fight for you until the day I die. You have my word." Gutterson said. He tossed the unlit cigarette aside and offered an almost unnoticeable, but polite bow. "They say a clean slate is the greatest gift a man can receive. I truly appreciate the meaning of that saying today. Thank you."
The words came before Gutterson himself had even realized he was saying it. He was surprised. The offer was something he had not expected; He had prepared for the worst, execution or life in a Mandalorian prison camp. But as the Mandalorian spoke of his offer, Gutterson was overcome with a realization that finally, he had found a cause - his cause, not the cause of some well-paying politician or military leader, to fight for. No, more than a cause. A chance for something he'd never before had, perhaps - a home. A true family. What he had always wanted for the Carrion Crows. Brotherhood.
It was obvious that the Mandalorian's passionate words had affected the scarred mercenary. He had stopped somewhere along the line to regard the man as an enemy, and started to see him as an interesting individual, perhaps even somebody he could respect. Now, he looked at him as something else entirely. What, he wasn't sure. But the offer the man had made him was genuine, and very generous.
The Carrion Crows had always fought for other people's causes. Maybe it was time he fought for one of his own. Maybe it was time he became what he now felt he had always been meant to be, though never quite become. A Mandalorian. A true warrior.
"I'm not big on ceremony or fancy oaths, but, if you will have me as one of yours, then I will fight for you until the day I die. You have my word." Gutterson said. He tossed the unlit cigarette aside and offered an almost unnoticeable, but polite bow. "They say a clean slate is the greatest gift a man can receive. I truly appreciate the meaning of that saying today. Thank you."