Mando. [ he offers a small smile in thanks, but goes still as the other man takes the blade in hand and offers it out for luke to look at. he takes a step closer to see it better, glance lifting questioningly at the name of the saber. ]
I can't say I have, [ he admits a little ruefully. ] My training hasn't exactly been.. conventional. [ 'darksaber', though.. it's not exactly a promising name. who had it belonged to before mando had won it?
he lifts a hand, reaching out to touch the fingertips of his real hand to the hilt of the saber, brow furrowing. it feels.. old. it has a great deal of history behind it, he knows. ] What is it meant to signify?
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I can't say I have, [ he admits a little ruefully. ] My training hasn't exactly been.. conventional. [ 'darksaber', though.. it's not exactly a promising name. who had it belonged to before mando had won it?
he lifts a hand, reaching out to touch the fingertips of his real hand to the hilt of the saber, brow furrowing. it feels.. old. it has a great deal of history behind it, he knows. ] What is it meant to signify?