((Welcome Sol! Oh and, hey, Revan, would you mind explaining to who or what HK is speaking to?))
Faux stood up from the table and went to the helpful Mandalorian guard who had been watching over the prisoners for the last shift.
“Excuse me, please, do you know where I could find Mandalore? I have to talk to him.”
The guard laughed, and simply waved at her to go back over to the table and finish eating. Faux stared firmly and unmoving with her jaw set, unafraid of the tall, armored soldier.
Slightly unnerved and annoyed the soldier asked harshly, “What do you want with Mandalore?”
“There’s a question I need answered.” the young girl answered.
“Why don’t you try me?” The Mandalorian angled his helmet to get a better look down at the girl, “I might have the answer you’re looking for.”
“Honor. What is it to you,” She tilted her head toward the other Mandalorians, “To all of you?”
“It’s the only thing worth living for, fighting for, dying for.” The soldier explained and stood a little straighter, “See kid, in the end we’re all just rotting flesh, everybody dies, and when you die, everything you are, were, thought, hoped, felt, and believed all dies with you...Unless you find some way for everyone else that comes after you...to remember it.”
Faux could hear the smile in his voice, “And you can bet, no one will be forgetting the Mandalorians any time soon.”