[ The teenager running past him, startles him out of his thoughts, and Bodhi moves aside just as the others run up behind her. The scene is an odd one, he thinks it's some kind of game, perhaps? Hands shoved in his pockets, he remains standing where he was, looking around for -- oh, he doesn't know. Maybe to get out of the way before the crowd begins to appear and the reasoning behind the teenagers actions becomes clear.
A fight, of some kind. Vicious and powerful, but practiced and sure. At least that's what it looks like. He's not a fighter himself, that kind of training isn't wasted on a cargo pilot -- they're given a blaster and that's about it, expected to leave the fighting to ground troups and fighter pilots. But he can recognize skill.
Still, he stays off to the side of the onlookers, watching, considering what to do next. Bodhi is about to turn away and start off in another direction, find something to eat, when the voice catches his attention. That has him moving foward, quickly. Because, while he hadn't known Cassian for long, he remembers his voice.
Sure enough when the crowd parts enough, it's Cassian alright. Bodhi can only stand there, surprise etched on his features. He hadn't expected to see him again. Alive and well and here, just like he is.
Maybe it's not real? Maybe none of this is happening, and he's still in the middle of some created scenario of his while he sits in Saw's prison after his interrogation. ]
Cassian?
[ He blurts out the name, not particularly loud -- Cassian might see him standing there, over actually hearing him. ]
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A fight, of some kind. Vicious and powerful, but practiced and sure. At least that's what it looks like. He's not a fighter himself, that kind of training isn't wasted on a cargo pilot -- they're given a blaster and that's about it, expected to leave the fighting to ground troups and fighter pilots. But he can recognize skill.
Still, he stays off to the side of the onlookers, watching, considering what to do next. Bodhi is about to turn away and start off in another direction, find something to eat, when the voice catches his attention. That has him moving foward, quickly. Because, while he hadn't known Cassian for long, he remembers his voice.
Sure enough when the crowd parts enough, it's Cassian alright. Bodhi can only stand there, surprise etched on his features. He hadn't expected to see him again. Alive and well and here, just like he is.
Maybe it's not real? Maybe none of this is happening, and he's still in the middle of some created scenario of his while he sits in Saw's prison after his interrogation. ]
Cassian?
[ He blurts out the name, not particularly loud -- Cassian might see him standing there, over actually hearing him. ]