No Trophies, Only Prisoners
for @swbigbang 2023
Dust floats through the air in what light comes through the bedroom door, but it doesn’t take away from the shimmering shard in his fingers. Flipping the piece over, he marvels at the way it glitters and sparkles which in turn highlights the blackened edges.
Blaster burns, he recognizes as he fiddles with the pieces. Jango’s lips purse as he shifts the jagged edges and debates all the possibilities this could be. While he has no firm answer ‘cos it doesn’t resemble a stone or transparisteel he’s seen before, there is something about this that reminds him of a half-remembered dream. Turning the shards slightly, he continues repositioning them ever so subtly watching the light catch and colors of all sorts dance. If he doesn’t view the pieces as a flattened surface, but rather as a whole object—
Jango tries again at parenting; Rex says that baby isn't his but Jango knows better