Open up your mind and it will sing to you. My memory a traumatic sponge and sings to you. Where originates all the pain that leaves. I’ll life and death my way through the sun. The turbulent one sheds a turbulent tear. But, in this dark area, I feel safest tucked away underneath his protective gaze.Ĭhapters 8 and 9 for ARTISTICALLY SPEAKING IT WAS MANDALORIAN DONE – parts I and II were written blasting a remix song by George Michael X P.M. So I painted my greatest menace on the darkest wall.
Zen and Ezra snore and never hear me cry-I think? I know Hera, Kanan, and Chopper heard me sob all night until I cried myself asleep. Since I left the Imperial Academy and destroyed my heinous weapon and my family abandoned me, I am inconsolable. I am part of the royalty that my ancestor, Tarre Vizsla, withstood for Mandalorians. I’m not a Rebel directly here I’m a combatant against outsiders of the Mandalorian Sector of two thousand worlds. They asked me to return to my people-The Mandalorians on my homeworld, Krownest. I did not want to do it, but Hera asked me.
I painted my room to my liking-this time, I had to either accept the trial or not. But deep in the recesses of my mind, I gaze upon the wall I painted before it lulls me to sleep - safe, secure, and protected.
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