"Nothing sinister?!" Something of the Rebel captain came back into his spine, his shoulders, his expression, as he faced her—but his grip on her hand didn't overtighten. Just held on. "Jyn… we're at the mercy of something here… something…"
Cassian had become an adult at the age of six, a stranger in a new world at nine, a soldier at eleven, a prisoner at thirteen, and the rest of his life just got more like that. After the Ghorman massacre, he'd gone straight to Coruscant to extract Senator Mothma and not eaten or slept until he got back to Yavin 4—and not right away for either. He didn't think there was anything left in any universe that would be too much for him.
This was too much. It was too big, too unknown, too all at once, too apparently supernatural, too utterly divorced from every shred of his whole life working and sacrificing to get a grip on anything, and coming too on the heels of the most world-overturning mission of his existence. He took a step backward and pressed his palm to his head.
"I can't risk that," he muttered. "I won't allow it. I'll start working on the ship. We'll make it fly again. If the Empire's really gone, we'll get back there. That's too high a price for this."
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Date: 2025-05-11 01:53 am (UTC)Cassian had become an adult at the age of six, a stranger in a new world at nine, a soldier at eleven, a prisoner at thirteen, and the rest of his life just got more like that. After the Ghorman massacre, he'd gone straight to Coruscant to extract Senator Mothma and not eaten or slept until he got back to Yavin 4—and not right away for either. He didn't think there was anything left in any universe that would be too much for him.
This was too much. It was too big, too unknown, too all at once, too apparently supernatural, too utterly divorced from every shred of his whole life working and sacrificing to get a grip on anything, and coming too on the heels of the most world-overturning mission of his existence. He took a step backward and pressed his palm to his head.
"I can't risk that," he muttered. "I won't allow it. I'll start working on the ship. We'll make it fly again. If the Empire's really gone, we'll get back there. That's too high a price for this."