Jusik was a ferociously clever lad and Skirata prized intelligence very much, as much as loyalty and courage. “I thought I’d make sure we didn’t have to follow a suspect the hard way again. Am I forgiven for my lapse of judgment the other day?” “Bard’ika, if you ever want a father, then you have one in me,” Skirata said. It was the highest compliment he could pay him: he was fit to be his son. Jusik might not have fully understood Mandalorian culture yet, but he certainly grasped the sentiment if his embarrassed glance down at the floor and the broad grin were any guide.
