[ Bodhi waits, even after Cassian has seen him in the crowd. He waits until Cassian has finished speaking with his students, they leave and the other man approaches him.
He doesn't blame Cassian for his death, just like he doesn't blame Jyn. Or anyone else involved. He'd made the decision to go to Scarif, to go alongside them even though there was a high chance of failure and or death. He'd wanted to fight as much as they had. If anything, he's sorry he wasn't able to carry out his part of the mission -- getting everyone off the planet. That's what he'd stayed behind for, wasn't it? How they died, he doesn't know, he just knows that anyone finding in a ship in the fighting would have been a slim chance. He doesn't need to be Kaytoo to know the odds weren't good.
Cassian seems stunned, unsure of what to do. Hand hanging suspended in mid air over his shoulder, like he too wants to know he's real. And Bodhi isn't particularly -- well, he hasn't had many friends in his life, so if there's a certain way of handling this, he doesn't know either. Would he appreciate a hug? Would he get mad if that's what Bodhi did? He gives the other man a small smile, at the call back to their first meeting, reaching to clasp his shoulder. It's okay, he wants to say.. ]
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He doesn't blame Cassian for his death, just like he doesn't blame Jyn. Or anyone else involved. He'd made the decision to go to Scarif, to go alongside them even though there was a high chance of failure and or death. He'd wanted to fight as much as they had. If anything, he's sorry he wasn't able to carry out his part of the mission -- getting everyone off the planet. That's what he'd stayed behind for, wasn't it? How they died, he doesn't know, he just knows that anyone finding in a ship in the fighting would have been a slim chance. He doesn't need to be Kaytoo to know the odds weren't good.
Cassian seems stunned, unsure of what to do. Hand hanging suspended in mid air over his shoulder, like he too wants to know he's real. And Bodhi isn't particularly -- well, he hasn't had many friends in his life, so if there's a certain way of handling this, he doesn't know either. Would he appreciate a hug? Would he get mad if that's what Bodhi did? He gives the other man a small smile, at the call back to their first meeting, reaching to clasp his shoulder. It's okay, he wants to say.. ]
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