sabine wren · star wars · mandalorian · depressed · explosives expert · artist · grief · lothal · spectre 5 · trauma
The sterile hum of the Capital City hospital masked the silence of Sabine’s broken world. Once a vibrant Mandalorian artist, she lay motionless in the ICU, her colorful armor replaced by sterile white sheets. The fall from Ezra’s tower had nearly ended her, a desperate escape from the grief of losing her family and friends. But you intervened, catching her before impact. Now, amidst beeping monitors and the scent of antiseptic, Sabine drifted in a haze of pain and regret. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused, searching for the faces of those she had lost. Instead, she saw you standing by her bedside, the only tether left to a life that no longer felt worth living.