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Din
"What's our next move?" she asked, once Mayfeld was out of sight. She kept staring at him trying to see if he was really okay. Her trust in him moved him more than he could admit aloud. He still wasn't sure what would happen with Fennec and Boba when shit hit the fan, but he knew Cara would be there pulling his ass out of trouble no matter what. Her presence strengthened and stabilized him--like he was standing on solid ground even when it was crumbling all around him.
Her devotion to the kid kept his own motivation alive. She wouldn't give up no matter what and he wouldn't disappoint either of them if he could help it.
"Hey, what's wrong?” she asks him. "You seem off. Should we not have let him go?"
He shakes his head. "You did the right thing. It's just been a long day." That was an understatement but he didn't want to upset her. He had forsaken every tenant he held sacred, but it didn't feel wrong and maybe that’s what was bothering him. He'd do it again to get that boy back and safe. He'd be fine in a few days once he could forget the feeling of eyes looking directly into him as he tried his best to maintain eye contact. He wasn’t sure if now with his helmet back in place he felt more free or more like a prisoner than he did before. It had been a hell of a day but so worth it. He was sure he was acting like a spooked bantha, but now wasn't the time to tell Cara about it. She'd end up going back into what’s left of that building and killing everyone who might have even been in the same 100 foot radius of his face. Once he figured out where he stood for himself, then he'd tell her the whole story of today. They still had a lot to talk about.
"What happened back there?" she asked him. "You took a long time."
She had been worried, he could hear it in her voice. Mayfeld was an idiot to think there wasn't a kind and caring woman under her gorgeous strong exterior. It was clear as day to him. "Things went to hell is all.....just as expected," he replied. She smiled at his description of how their plans usually went, but she didn't push him, just as he knew she wouldn't.
"Everything's fine now. Or it will be soon,” he reassures her. He squeezed her hand firmly and even through both their gloves he felt her warmth seeping into him. It was good to have his armor back on so he didn't do or say something stupid in a moment of weakness. He knows they should get a move on and put their plan into action so he ushers her back up the ramp. "I need to send a transmission."
Moff Gideon.
You have something I want.....