He answered honestly, "I've no idea. My mom could have lived, her city wouldn't have been destroyed, but I don't remember it or her at all. My dad might have still enrolled in the military academy… but maybe he wouldn't have met her." While there was no such thing as purpose or destiny in the universe, it was the nature of the sentient mind to make connections and thus occasionally think superstitiously. Cassian dryly admitted one such to himself. It would make a kind of sense that, if the war hadn't existed, he wouldn't, either. He never would have been without the war.
He gave a long exhalation, and leaned over to rest his eyes in his empty hand. He stayed there for a while.
Forget about what to do with his life. He didn't know what to do with the next hour.
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Date: 2019-12-18 06:00 am (UTC)He gave a long exhalation, and leaned over to rest his eyes in his empty hand. He stayed there for a while.
Forget about what to do with his life. He didn't know what to do with the next hour.