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Grogu has gone. It doesn't really matter to Din that Grogu chose the Jedi and his training because he accepted that was destiny, or that Din had achieved his goal and found Grogu his people. Din's heart was broken. The darksaber hardly registers. Little does. He's numb.
He's alone when it happens for the first time. He's cleaning his clothing, when he drops the ball. Grogu's ball. His favourite toy. The only thing Din has left. Din drops his flight suit in a panic, hand stretching out for the ball and it flies back into his hand. Startled Din's fingers close round it.
He stands there, mind whirling, as he stares at the evidence in his hand.
Din doesn't need this. Not now. Not ever. He needs a place to figure it all out. A place where he knows someone, and there's little contact with others. Boba's returning to Tatooine, Din says that's good, he'll hitch a ride with them. Boba and Fennec look at him, but they don't ask and that's good with Din.
He's got enough credits for a speeder bike and even fewer belongings than before. The bike is old, but sturdy and serviceable. Din packs it, everything he possesses in the bag and carefully leaves via a circular route. No one needs to know where he's going.
Din tells himself that it's for Grogu's safety but it's more than that, even if he can't admit that to himself.
He makes his way over the waves of Dune Sea, the ride almost hypnotic, Din keeps his mind carefully blank, the darksaber and his loss crammed to the depths. If they sprang free right then he doubted he could continue.
If nothing else, Din is a survivor.