[some of the tension wears away from his jaw as he reads this, as he adds it into his considerations. qimir had talked about the republic, but things hadn't started with the empire, had they? kenari had been stripped apart years before he'd ever heard the name.
it isn't so hard to believe that a people nearly nonexistent in his time would've faced this in the past. that, too, probably hadn't started with the empire.
so, finally:]
I know what that's like.
[an acknowledgement, and maybe, in some parts, an understanding.]
I'm still looking over my shoulder everyday, waiting for something to happen.
Yes. And the feeling of being watched, here. Doesn't help.
[a persistent, low grade grind on his nerves. gnawing on the back of his mind. bad, in combination with the paranoia what had him lying in the first place. at this point, mind reading is not necessary to imagine cassian is the same. similar. worse off, maybe.]
Somehow, the idea we can't stay dead here also isn't better, for me. But maybe that will help you to know, if you didn't.
[he imagines, obscurely, for a man engaged to be married, it might seem a boon. the power of two being what it is.]
[it truly doesn't help at all; on that, they're agreed. somehow, it feels heavier and more constant now than it ever has — even under the empire, and even in duplicity.]
It was the same, where we were before this. They were always watching us. People didn't stay dead.
But there were more restrictions.
[this is mostly information that was on max's post, out there for people to see, but with one new item. a start.]
[the absence of death is one of the less likely threats the stranger has ever faced. he does notice, this single addition to max's public disclosure. it's an important one.]
It only happened to me once, so I don't know if this is always the case.
[not counting the time he'd been knocked out, had slept for days, and had woken with years' worth of memories, including his own death on scarif; that had felt different, and isn't within the scope of this conversation to address.]
After I came back, I was cold for a week. No ability to warm up, except when making physical contact with someone else.
This old dispatch might be helpful for you. For me, it only raised as many questions as it answered. We didn't talk about souls so much, when I came from. Nor gods, in the world where I was raised.
it's not new; by now, more than one guest has alluded to the same thing. especially the ones who've been here months and months. if not about the external conditions of their future, then the necessary coping skills for surviving here. but it means more, coming from cassian andor.]
2/2
[the words haven't come out of him in a very long time. not even when he meant to patch up with osha, hours after trying to cut her head off.
strange times.]
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it isn't so hard to believe that a people nearly nonexistent in his time would've faced this in the past. that, too, probably hadn't started with the empire.
so, finally:]
I know what that's like.
[an acknowledgement, and maybe, in some parts, an understanding.]
I'm still looking over my shoulder everyday, waiting for something to happen.
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[a persistent, low grade grind on his nerves. gnawing on the back of his mind. bad, in combination with the paranoia what had him lying in the first place. at this point, mind reading is not necessary to imagine cassian is the same. similar. worse off, maybe.]
Somehow, the idea we can't stay dead here also isn't better, for me. But maybe that will help you to know, if you didn't.
[he imagines, obscurely, for a man engaged to be married, it might seem a boon. the power of two being what it is.]
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It was the same, where we were before this. They were always watching us. People didn't stay dead.
But there were more restrictions.
[this is mostly information that was on max's post, out there for people to see, but with one new item. a start.]
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Did the dead come back 'wrong' in Duplicity, too?
[fewer restrictions though, he'll take.]
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[not counting the time he'd been knocked out, had slept for days, and had woken with years' worth of memories, including his own death on scarif; that had felt different, and isn't within the scope of this conversation to address.]
After I came back, I was cold for a week. No ability to warm up, except when making physical contact with someone else.
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Were you still yourself? Your memories, your instincts. What you loved and hated?
[dark and light. one informs the other.]
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[just a specific kind of misery for someone who hates being cold to begin with.]
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I haven't made it that far back. Thank you.
[he takes time to play the message over, to digest it.]
We didn't talk about souls, either. But if this is right, it means we're trapped here, in every way possible, until they're done with us.
[his take, at least. it's not a comforting thought.]
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it's not new; by now, more than one guest has alluded to the same thing. especially the ones who've been here months and months. if not about the external conditions of their future, then the necessary coping skills for surviving here. but it means more, coming from cassian andor.]
Sounds like you can live with that.