[Why anyone would even consider getting on that damn thing…
…besides catharsis. Seeking clarity. Doing penance/feeling masochistic. Wanting to hit bottom to start climbing top. …Actually, it was psychologically fascinating.
For anyone who didn't have an utter hardwired scorn reaction to giving away free information. Especially personal.
(Scorn, envy, depended on the mood and the company. Or—)
…Or perhaps disgust. At himself. For hearing about the thing and promptly deciding he had to stay in the room with it in case any of the people he was currently banging his head against walked in and, counter to every last iota of their respective natures, for some reason took a turn on it. It would be great to hear some things on Dooku that didn't come from his own mouth. —But augh again: though in the case of Dooku, or Hux or Grievous, would the bull really have much to say on the things Cassian would be most interested to hear, since its only metric was personal discomfort/shame/guilt…? Cassian's take on the worst things Hux had done might be Hux's own proudest…
So anyway. He hated everything about this thing. But found it too infuriatingly fascinating and fraught with potential not to be glued to its vicinity for hours.
But for all that witnessing, there's only person whose frankly stunning movement work, but possibly more her grim stoic gutsiness, inspired him to walk up to her after and hold out the extra drink he'd just bought, in offering.]
Not to be presumptuous. But… token of respect. That was impressive.
[(Somehow not seeming flirtatious. He didn't have a Cause to try and bring her in on, but it was nonetheless, to him, in association, more of a recruitment mode-type overture than a pickup. Really did seem to be about recognizing her skills.)]
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…besides catharsis. Seeking clarity. Doing penance/feeling masochistic. Wanting to hit bottom to start climbing top. …Actually, it was psychologically fascinating.
For anyone who didn't have an utter hardwired scorn reaction to giving away free information. Especially personal.
(Scorn, envy, depended on the mood and the company. Or—)
…Or perhaps disgust. At himself. For hearing about the thing and promptly deciding he had to stay in the room with it in case any of the people he was currently banging his head against walked in and, counter to every last iota of their respective natures, for some reason took a turn on it. It would be great to hear some things on Dooku that didn't come from his own mouth. —But augh again: though in the case of Dooku, or Hux or Grievous, would the bull really have much to say on the things Cassian would be most interested to hear, since its only metric was personal discomfort/shame/guilt…? Cassian's take on the worst things Hux had done might be Hux's own proudest…
So anyway. He hated everything about this thing. But found it too infuriatingly fascinating and fraught with potential not to be glued to its vicinity for hours.
But for all that witnessing, there's only person whose frankly stunning movement work, but possibly more her grim stoic gutsiness, inspired him to walk up to her after and hold out the extra drink he'd just bought, in offering.]
Not to be presumptuous. But… token of respect. That was impressive.
[(Somehow not seeming flirtatious. He didn't have a Cause to try and bring her in on, but it was nonetheless, to him, in association, more of a recruitment mode-type overture than a pickup. Really did seem to be about recognizing her skills.)]