[ Cassian can see the wheels of her mind turning over her in her mind and that, he can't help but think, is not something she'd want to hear. Their short interaction thus far has led him to believe that she would much rather be perceived as someone who would rip your throat out before admitting that she wanted or needed help. Whether that was born from a desire to remain standing on her own two feet or a consequence of something else that had happened to her in the past he couldn't say but it didn't change the fact that it occurs to him that he's seeing a part of her that he shouldn't see.
But the hard edge in her eyes wears away and he's left standing there suddenly feeling exposed. And the news that she gives him, well.
His mind rages against the truth (though his mind hasn't quite accepted that and will likely take time to). No one wants to hear that they've died. It is the inevitable, it is one of two outcomes when you've decided to join the fight so you can help win the war. But in his mind the "Rebellion" doesn't exist yet; not as an organized group. It is a movement, a fractured segment of people who are still rallying and gathering and working together to rail against the Empire. She speaks with such certainty like she's lived it. Like she has some sort of future insight, some knowledge that he doesn't.
He had believed himself being fine with ambiguity because there would always be a certain level of that with any mission he embarked on. And while he accepted the risks, the thought of leaving those he cared so deeply for behind with no knowledge of where he had gone or his fate squeezes his heart like a vice. He lets out a disbelieving noise still clearly uncertain how to process anything she's telling him. ]
I would remember that. What mission? What were our objectives?
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But the hard edge in her eyes wears away and he's left standing there suddenly feeling exposed. And the news that she gives him, well.
His mind rages against the truth (though his mind hasn't quite accepted that and will likely take time to). No one wants to hear that they've died. It is the inevitable, it is one of two outcomes when you've decided to join the fight so you can help win the war. But in his mind the "Rebellion" doesn't exist yet; not as an organized group. It is a movement, a fractured segment of people who are still rallying and gathering and working together to rail against the Empire. She speaks with such certainty like she's lived it. Like she has some sort of future insight, some knowledge that he doesn't.
He had believed himself being fine with ambiguity because there would always be a certain level of that with any mission he embarked on. And while he accepted the risks, the thought of leaving those he cared so deeply for behind with no knowledge of where he had gone or his fate squeezes his heart like a vice. He lets out a disbelieving noise still clearly uncertain how to process anything she's telling him. ]
I would remember that. What mission? What were our objectives?