#starwars
MY FUCKING EMOTIONS. I-
I’M CALLING ALL OF THEM OUT ON TWITTER.
JON FAVREAU.
PEDRO PASCAL.
ANYONE ELSE I CAN THINK OF.
HOW DARE THEY DO THIS TO US?? HOW DARE THEY LET US GET ATTACHED AND THEN HIT US WORH ALL THAT SHIT IN THE SPAN OF FIVE MINUTES.
I CALLED IT!
I GUESSED IT!
I HAD A WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING METAL BREAKDOWN WITH SNOT AND TEARS AND SCREAMING AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE JUST POPPED THE FUCK UP OUTTA NOWHERE AND OH MY GOD I CALLED THAT SHIT!!!
I can’t breath. I’m fucking sobbing. Holy hell what a fucking twist.
I saw the glove and lost it.
Holy fuck.
“I’m Elara,” she tried, gently. “What’s your name?”
This time, he looked up at her and, for a moment, she really believed he was about to answer. But he only dared to finally pick a still-warm biscuit on the plate. Elara didn’t hold back a smile that widdened even more when she saw one quiver on the boy’s lips. The big hand of the Mandolorianlanded on the boy’s head and tousled his black hair. His voice was soft, even through the helmet, when he said:
“He doesn’t talk much this one.”
A comment to which the boy didn’t give any come back indeed. Not even to grumble like Elara would have, or just to contradict…
“You have never lost brothers.” Niner took one grudging step back from Boss. “Never. You have no idea.”
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