[No, that wasn't much easier to hear. Oh man, but this is weird now. Not that it wasn't weird before, but now it's just. What does he even say to that?]
I see. [He ran a hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes for a moment. Trying to think.]
Two years after we-- [He cut himself off, because he didn't know if he could say it. Still felt sick to say it.]
Did-- [A sharp intake of breath, because he wants to ask so many things. So many. Did they make a difference? Was their death, was his death worth it? So much he wanted to ask, and yet he felt a bolt of fear go down his spine, not sure if he wanted the answers.]
Is the rebellion still fighting in your time? [Try to be tactical, logical, emotionless, you can do this Cassian.]
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I see. [He ran a hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes for a moment. Trying to think.]
Two years after we-- [He cut himself off, because he didn't know if he could say it. Still felt sick to say it.]
Did-- [A sharp intake of breath, because he wants to ask so many things. So many. Did they make a difference? Was their death, was his death worth it? So much he wanted to ask, and yet he felt a bolt of fear go down his spine, not sure if he wanted the answers.]
Is the rebellion still fighting in your time? [Try to be tactical, logical, emotionless, you can do this Cassian.]