Cassian had expected her answer about Saw. The Partisans were a rebel group that had been hellbent on destruction and chaos. A part of him couldn’t help but smile a bit; there was a sort of pride he felt knowing that Saw wouldn’t have approved.
But Galen, on the other hand – it warmed Cassian that Jyn thought he would’ve approved. Galen had been a scientist for the Empire, but he’d given them a way out. Had designed the Death Star so that it wasn’t impregnable. He’d inspired courage in Bodhi and never lost Jyn’s faith or trust after everything. Despite all of his sins, Cassian couldn’t help but feel a sort of respect for the man who’d had an impossible choice.
“I’m happy with you too,” Cassian said softly, his fingers still dancing through strands of Jyn’s hair. He liked to think that his family would’ve approved of Jyn too, that his nameless, shapeless parents would’ve been happy for the shred of normalcy he’d found in a decidedly not-normal world. “I don’t know that I would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.”
Not that Cassian was suicidal, but he did take unnecessary risks. He plucked the most dangerous missions out of the dockets, missions that Kay liked to remind him only had a twenty percent chance of survival. It wasn’t that he was trying to find a way to get himself killed, but he certainly wasn’t running from danger. With his leg permanently damaged, he doubted he’d ever see that kind of action again, but he liked to think he would’ve turned down those dangerous missions for Jyn’s sake.
Those three words were on the tip of his tongue again. Cassian swallowed them back.
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But Galen, on the other hand – it warmed Cassian that Jyn thought he would’ve approved. Galen had been a scientist for the Empire, but he’d given them a way out. Had designed the Death Star so that it wasn’t impregnable. He’d inspired courage in Bodhi and never lost Jyn’s faith or trust after everything. Despite all of his sins, Cassian couldn’t help but feel a sort of respect for the man who’d had an impossible choice.
“I’m happy with you too,” Cassian said softly, his fingers still dancing through strands of Jyn’s hair. He liked to think that his family would’ve approved of Jyn too, that his nameless, shapeless parents would’ve been happy for the shred of normalcy he’d found in a decidedly not-normal world. “I don’t know that I would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.”
Not that Cassian was suicidal, but he did take unnecessary risks. He plucked the most dangerous missions out of the dockets, missions that Kay liked to remind him only had a twenty percent chance of survival. It wasn’t that he was trying to find a way to get himself killed, but he certainly wasn’t running from danger. With his leg permanently damaged, he doubted he’d ever see that kind of action again, but he liked to think he would’ve turned down those dangerous missions for Jyn’s sake.
Those three words were on the tip of his tongue again. Cassian swallowed them back.