Too Stubborn To Die

But neither of those things were on Gatz's mind.
For the last week, time had been insignificant to his life. The galaxy at large was nothing to him, not here in the jungle, surrounded by only wildlife and his trusty droid. Gatz was not dwelling on things like Kragan Gar, bounty hunters, or the upcoming Mandalorian conflict with the Jedi. He was not thinking on how he was a smuggler out of his depth, or a terrible friend to someone he cared deeply about. Nor had he allowed himself to consider his fear of the dangerous flora and fauna around him.
To Gatz Derrevar, for the past seven days, there had only been the Force. Also food, because Valery would actually shove dinner down his throat if she found out he wasn't eating.
He spent his mornings in meditation, connecting himself to the life all around him. He spent his afternoons in the trees, jumping from branch to branch, failing at times, but always pushing himself back up. He spent his evenings in another bout of meditation, but these times were spent within himself, in reflection. And his nights were still spent restless, but he was trying to actually rest, and that was what really mattered in the end.
It was just after noon on the seventh day, and Gatz had disappeared into the trees around the ship, leaving R4-Z3 on his lonesome to look after things. So the droid did as he had for the last week: making small repairs with his cutting tool and welder, hoping his blonde friend wasn't about to snap a leg after he fell from another tree.
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