[ Even with the dim light projected from the parts of the city that do have power, Cassian's gaze lingers on the telltale signs of bruised and ruined knuckles.
His entire childhood had been plagued by roughhousing and an inability to keep out of trouble - a trend that had apparently followed him into adulthood. And having grown up on a planet known for salvaging scrap, it wasn't uncommon to collect a number of scrapes and cuts along the way. All of which to say is that he knows the difference between knuckles that have seen their fair share of fighting and knuckles that might have accidentally cut up by scrap metal.
Next his gaze flits towards the scrape above his brow. ]
Prepared for random guys to punch someone leaving their room? [ There's a lilt to his voice as he plays along. ] I appreciate it. You being prepared that is. Have you been in Diadem long?
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His entire childhood had been plagued by roughhousing and an inability to keep out of trouble - a trend that had apparently followed him into adulthood. And having grown up on a planet known for salvaging scrap, it wasn't uncommon to collect a number of scrapes and cuts along the way. All of which to say is that he knows the difference between knuckles that have seen their fair share of fighting and knuckles that might have accidentally cut up by scrap metal.
Next his gaze flits towards the scrape above his brow. ]
Prepared for random guys to punch someone leaving their room? [ There's a lilt to his voice as he plays along. ] I appreciate it. You being prepared that is. Have you been in Diadem long?