The Armorer's Wisdom
I still hear her voice sometimes. The rhythm of her hammer against the beskar. Methodical. Patient.
"Your armor is your soul, Din Djarin," she told me when I earned my signet. "It is not merely protection. It is your word, your bond, your identity. When you remove it, you remove yourself. When you wear it, you become the creed."
I was young. Impatient. Thought I understood.
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