[ how can she even explain it? the little mosh pit of butterflies in her stomach doesn't help when she glances over at cassian again, swooping gleefully. alright, maybe she feels something, but it isn't that.
everything she loves dies. (he's already dead, the traitorous part of her whispers, sounding irritatingly like chirrut's singsong.) it's irrelevant how she feels anyway, cassian doesn't. they're friends. ]
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[ how can she even explain it? the little mosh pit of butterflies in her stomach doesn't help when she glances over at cassian again, swooping gleefully. alright, maybe she feels something, but it isn't that.
everything she loves dies. (he's already dead, the traitorous part of her whispers, sounding irritatingly like chirrut's singsong.) it's irrelevant how she feels anyway, cassian doesn't. they're friends. ]
He was with me on Scarif, at the end.