He listened intently, mouth occasionally curving just slightly but in unmistakable sympathy. "That sounds familiar to me too." It certainly would to Gabrael Willix. But several other of Cassian's identities—including his real one—had also been the low grunt on the totem pole.
"If I get out of here," he said quietly, "and you haven't changed your mind, I hope we can get you get somewhere you don't hate at all." Maybe even with me.
It was amazing… to mutually plan like this. Not worried about it being a trick or a trap. It would make no sense, for her to do it to him: he was at her total mercy anyway, what would be the point? Psychological torture, he supposed. Even so: nothing important to loose. He was giving no information that wasn't already obvious to her and those hunting him. The only risk was his spirit. But it wouldn't break him, if this was all a trap. It would just suck kark. And if she was just testing him… again, pretty low stakes.
Though… he was finding himself liking her. A lot. It was… so rare, it felt like an experience to value; something everyone should have at least once in their lives. Even if it ended very badly… he thought he'd be glad to have had it, unexpectedly, once, at all.
Okay. Definitely drug-loopy.
And now, not just reflexively, but actually making the decision, he put out his hand toward her and offered it palm-up. So she could decide whether to take it at all, in the manner of a bargain, or… just hold.
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Date: 2019-08-24 09:04 am (UTC)He listened intently, mouth occasionally curving just slightly but in unmistakable sympathy. "That sounds familiar to me too." It certainly would to Gabrael Willix. But several other of Cassian's identities—including his real one—had also been the low grunt on the totem pole.
"If I get out of here," he said quietly, "and you haven't changed your mind, I hope we can get you get somewhere you don't hate at all." Maybe even with me.
It was amazing… to mutually plan like this. Not worried about it being a trick or a trap. It would make no sense, for her to do it to him: he was at her total mercy anyway, what would be the point? Psychological torture, he supposed. Even so: nothing important to loose. He was giving no information that wasn't already obvious to her and those hunting him. The only risk was his spirit. But it wouldn't break him, if this was all a trap. It would just suck kark. And if she was just testing him… again, pretty low stakes.
Though… he was finding himself liking her. A lot. It was… so rare, it felt like an experience to value; something everyone should have at least once in their lives. Even if it ended very badly… he thought he'd be glad to have had it, unexpectedly, once, at all.
Okay. Definitely drug-loopy.
And now, not just reflexively, but actually making the decision, he put out his hand toward her and offered it palm-up. So she could decide whether to take it at all, in the manner of a bargain, or… just hold.