“I look soft?” Song cocked an eyebrow. “Well, thanks. I guess.”
She found it hard not to burst out laughing. Of course she’d caught Kanan staring, but she didn’t bother trying to stop him. She ought to have been ashamed, but his reactions were priceless. There was no denying how much she enjoyed seeing his cheeks turn red, or how quick he went from ‘hardened soldier’ to ‘awkward bachelor.’ It was honestly hard to believe that they were a Mandalorian and a Sector Ranger. Like Jedi and Sith, they stood at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Or perhaps, two sides of the same coin.
Song shook her head, but if one looked closely enough, they might see that she was actually blushing. Unfortunately, the blood in her cheeks melted away as she refocused back onto the matter at hand—their survival. They had to be meticulous. Ready. And more importantly, she had to let Kanan know that whatever happened tomorrow, there could be no acts of stupid bravery. No daring ideas. No heroic sacrifices.
“You chose to come here,” Song replied after him, “but I don’t think you came here to die, Kanan.” She shifted uncomfortably among the pile of furs. “If things go south, if the worst happens, you have to do whatever it takes to get out alive. Don’t worry about me. Don’t even think about me. I know what I said earlier, but if we die, your death is a burden that I don’t think I could bear into the next life. So, just promise me you’ll survive.” The look in her eyes hardened to ice. “Okay?”
This was probably the hundredth time she’d had this conversation with him, but right now, she was more serious than ever. The risk of death was frighteningly real. Song lov—no, she respected—Kanan. She appreciated everything he’d done for her up to this very moment, and she refused to let him throw his life away so that she could earn her clan’s approval. To make her father proud. It was a ridiculous gamble she was unwilling to make.
“There’s a life waiting for you outside of Krownest,” she continued. “The Sector Rangers, the Free Worlds Alliance. Friends and family, maybe—if you have any left.” She glanced at him uneasily. “As for me? My life is bound here, to this icy wasteland, and to my father and the rest of Clan Wren. This will be where I live and die, Kanan.”
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She found it hard not to burst out laughing. Of course she’d caught Kanan staring, but she didn’t bother trying to stop him. She ought to have been ashamed, but his reactions were priceless. There was no denying how much she enjoyed seeing his cheeks turn red, or how quick he went from ‘hardened soldier’ to ‘awkward bachelor.’ It was honestly hard to believe that they were a Mandalorian and a Sector Ranger. Like Jedi and Sith, they stood at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Or perhaps, two sides of the same coin.
Song shook her head, but if one looked closely enough, they might see that she was actually blushing. Unfortunately, the blood in her cheeks melted away as she refocused back onto the matter at hand—their survival. They had to be meticulous. Ready. And more importantly, she had to let Kanan know that whatever happened tomorrow, there could be no acts of stupid bravery. No daring ideas. No heroic sacrifices.
“You chose to come here,” Song replied after him, “but I don’t think you came here to die, Kanan.” She shifted uncomfortably among the pile of furs. “If things go south, if the worst happens, you have to do whatever it takes to get out alive. Don’t worry about me. Don’t even think about me. I know what I said earlier, but if we die, your death is a burden that I don’t think I could bear into the next life. So, just promise me you’ll survive.” The look in her eyes hardened to ice. “Okay?”
This was probably the hundredth time she’d had this conversation with him, but right now, she was more serious than ever. The risk of death was frighteningly real. Song lov—no, she respected—Kanan. She appreciated everything he’d done for her up to this very moment, and she refused to let him throw his life away so that she could earn her clan’s approval. To make her father proud. It was a ridiculous gamble she was unwilling to make.
“There’s a life waiting for you outside of Krownest,” she continued. “The Sector Rangers, the Free Worlds Alliance. Friends and family, maybe—if you have any left.” She glanced at him uneasily. “As for me? My life is bound here, to this icy wasteland, and to my father and the rest of Clan Wren. This will be where I live and die, Kanan.”
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