Cin vhetin

Quotes about cin vhetin from Order 66.

The most interesting takeaway from the references is that there seems to be two kinds of cin vhetin: social (granted by the community once they accept that a person is serious about being a Mandalorian), and personal (between two people).

p. 123 (softcover)

Jusik whistled tunelessly to himself, helmet in one hand while he twirled the hild of his lightsaber in the other, looking for all the world like another swaggering Mando without a care in the world. But Fi knew it was going to be hard for him here. He wasn't a Corellian, or a Togorian, or any one of the thousand species that Mandalorians would accept without a murmur; he'd been a Jedi, and Mando'ade didn't have a good history with them. Now there were small but growing numbers of disgruntled clones who flet the Jedi were to blame for a lot of their woes.

It was going to be the ultimate test of traditional Mandalorian tolerance, cin vhetin, the virgin field of snow that everyone who put their past behind them to become a Mandalorian had a right to walk upon.

p. 353 (softcover)

"I'm ready," Atin said. "We all are. Is Vau there?"

"Yeah ..." It was still thin ice, even if hostilities between the two men had been shelved for the duration. "Want to talk to him?"

"No, just tell him that the war's over between us. It really is. Back home, we start anew. Cin vhetin."

Vau heard anyway. Skirata put the link back in his belt.

"I only ever did it to make sure they survived, whatever happened," Vau said. "I'm not a sadistic man."

"Yeah," Skirata didn't want to restart the fight. But he knew he'd take his knife to Vau, just like old times, if he so much as raised his hand to those lads again, and yet somehow that coexisted with a respect and ... yes, affection. Vau was family, too.

p. 391 (softcover)

[Kal Skirta] held out his hand to Vau. "Walon, whatever we've said or done to each other before this moment, it doesn't matter. Cin vhetin. A fresh field of snow."

Vau looked at him blankly for a moment. Maybe he knew how precariously Skirata balanced on the edge of his resources right then, but that craggy humorless face softened for a few telling seconds.

"Cin vhetin." Vau grasped Skirata's arm in a vise-liek grip. "Mhi vode an, ner vod."

Vau seemed purged.

p. 448 (softcover)

"Where do you want to start?" Skirata said. "My side of the story? Yours?"

"No, let's hit the reset button." Ruu [Skirata's child, who was not raised as a Mandalorian] puffed clouds of vapor into the icy air. "What the phrase? Cin vhetin. We begin again."

Life needed a reset button. It would solve a lot of problems. Skirata suspected he'd make the same mistakes again anyway, and settled for putting right the ones he'd already made instead.