[he watches lots of lanterns float by under some kind of masochistic pull. there are a lot of dead people in the universe, and he still doesn't know what he thinks about this holiday in general. it wasn't made for someone like him, who doesn't know how to share pieces of himself without breaking them off.]
[he's sitting when he sees chyler coming up to the river with a single lantern, and he doesn't know if he should say anything. every time he's seen her since he accidentally seemed to trigger some kind of existential crisis, he treads much more carefully.]
[but it's hard stay silent when he notices one of the names on the lantern says silva. some of his suspicions are correct, but it doesn't make him feel smug. just... sad. she's so young. cassian has seen a lot of teenagers die over the years, but in the face of his own death it feels heavier somehow.]
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[he's sitting when he sees chyler coming up to the river with a single lantern, and he doesn't know if he should say anything. every time he's seen her since he accidentally seemed to trigger some kind of existential crisis, he treads much more carefully.]
[but it's hard stay silent when he notices one of the names on the lantern says silva. some of his suspicions are correct, but it doesn't make him feel smug. just... sad. she's so young. cassian has seen a lot of teenagers die over the years, but in the face of his own death it feels heavier somehow.]
Just one lantern tonight?