For a lightheaded moment, Cassian wakefully dreams he's arguing with Kaytu over whether or not there are afterlives.
His fingers, twined with Jyn's, anchors him. He looks down at their joined hands and wills his brain to stop spinning.
There's so much to parse, but does it ultimately matter…? if the kyberblast didn't annihilate them but instead opened a hole in space-/time-… if they did die but were resurrected in some fashion to come here… if they were captured and kept in staggered stasis, if… if… if…
But whatever it is…
"I'm still stuck," he says aloud, slowly, "on how we're here to begin with. But… I get to have more time with you. So I guess I don't care. I accept that gift, and whatever I have to do to keep it. If that's learning about and perhaps serving this station… I accept."
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His fingers, twined with Jyn's, anchors him. He looks down at their joined hands and wills his brain to stop spinning.
There's so much to parse, but does it ultimately matter…? if the kyberblast didn't annihilate them but instead opened a hole in space-/time-… if they did die but were resurrected in some fashion to come here… if they were captured and kept in staggered stasis, if… if… if…
But whatever it is…
"I'm still stuck," he says aloud, slowly, "on how we're here to begin with. But… I get to have more time with you. So I guess I don't care. I accept that gift, and whatever I have to do to keep it. If that's learning about and perhaps serving this station… I accept."