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The Armorer has long since made peace with the fact that one of her foundlings has moved across the country to seek his fortune outside of the covert, but that doesn’t mean the loss of one of their own isn’t painful. She may be outwardly unemotional, guarding her heart like she guards the foundlings who find their way into her forge, but the small reminders of her wandering foundling can be painful at times. Like the photographs of Death Watch’s foundlings as children that adorn the walls of her sparsely decorated home, or the important-only-to-her dates like the day the covert had taken her ad in, or the scratch on the kitchen table from a particularly rambunctious game of Siege of Mandalore with Paz.
Or the letter that shows up in her mailbox bearing the name Din Djarin.
It happens from time to time, her receiving something addressed to Din. When he’d first moved to the city, he’d had no official address, and although she knows he’s recently moved into an apartment, Death Watch custom dictates that his secondary address be registered as the home he’d been raised and trained in for as long as he remains Mandalorian. A bureaucratic error like this is to be expected even now that he actually has an official address in the city he’s moved to.
Fortunately, the issue can usually be resolved by simply sending Din a picture of whatever’s come in the mail for him. The Armorer pries open the rather official-looking envelope and shakes the letter out onto the kitchen table, fiddling with the camera on her phone as she tries to get it to focus on the obviously important letter. But as the blur around the words disappears, what she reads is enough to make her completely forget about taking the photo.
This is to inform Mr. Din Djarin that the New Republic has received your application for domestic partnership, along with records of birth within the borders of the country, Mandalorian citizenship in the clan Death Watch since age seven (7), and proof of application of Mandalorian citizenship to domestic partnership requirements.
Your application for a same-sex domestic partnership with Mr. Luke Skywalker has been considered and approved. Enclosed is your certificate of domestic partnership, which has been registered with all New Republic databases.
On behalf of the New Republic, we would like to congratulate you on your accomplishment.
The Armorer’s pride grows with each word. So her foundling has finally found someone to settle down with. She’d never expected him to be the type to do so; Din had always shied away from the more intimate pretend-family games the other foundlings had played as children. Even as he’d grown old enough for the younger kids to guilt him into joining the game, he’d still preferred to play the role of a solitary cousin or uncle, never wanting to take on the responsibilities of a relationship. But it seems he’s found that married life suits him after all.
This is certainly a cause for celebration. And congratulations, of course. She has half a mind to call him now, but her hand hovers uncertainly over her phone. Yes, she could call Din and let him know how happy she is for him. But on the other hand… she has been meaning to visit her foundling for quite some time now. The Armorer would never admit to being lonely, but the house is so empty without Din and the other now-grown foundlings of Death Watch.
A little surprise visit to Din and his new partner may be exactly what she needs.