[ Cassian shuts his eyes for a moment, marshaling all his patience and the clearest, coldest logic that his impending headache will allow, and reminds himself that this is not the enemy. This is, at worst, a rich idiot with delusions of heroism; at best, an ally with more zeal than experience, who's taking rational precautions in a fucking stupid situation that neither of them is to blame for.
(Or he's the enemy. But at some point you have to start trusting the odds.)
In the quiet space at the back of his mind, he conjures two ghosts, one of them his own. He lets out his breath with a small huff, and looks up into the stranger's face with the full force of his conviction. ]
tbf cassian's a feral cat so
(Or he's the enemy. But at some point you have to start trusting the odds.)
In the quiet space at the back of his mind, he conjures two ghosts, one of them his own. He lets out his breath with a small huff, and looks up into the stranger's face with the full force of his conviction. ]
You don't.