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crispyjenkins · 3 years
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hunger ‘verse chapter 7 excerpt (because i swear i’m slowly working on it)
i have Plans for getting this bastard fic finished, but if i share them, i won’t do them, sooo.... here’s this in apology for everyone that followed me expecting consistent jangobi content (づ ̄; ◡ ̄;)づ
  It isn’t until he drops to lean against the wall in the corridor outside the infirmary that Jango —staring down at the blood soaking his gloves, smeared on the exposed skin of his wrist, painted across his armor like the smoke of a funeral pyre— fully processes that he’d had someone almost bleed out in his arms. Again.
  Memories of Korda 6 tend to be fuzzy for him, when the massacre on Galidraan usually takes up so much room in his head, and he’s unlikely to forget a single moment of the four years he’d been enslaved, but, still, Jango remembers the terror of holding Jaster, holding his buir and begging the Manda not yet not yet not yet.
  There's terror in him now, in the empty, echoing halls of the Theed palace, but what scares him most is the aching resignation curdling and going stagnate in the pit of his stomach.
  Which is ridiculous, because Sabé had done more than just keep Obi-Wan breathing, she had started repairing what damage she could, and for all that Jango despises Jinn, the Jedi’s presence increases Obi-Wan’s chances of surviving exponentially. 
  So why do his hands still shake? Why does it feel like he's already accepted that he's going to lose Obi-Wan?
  Why does he even think Obi-Wan is his to lose?
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