She can't seem to control the shaking in her hands, her fingers, her very skin as she tries to cling to the comm with some sense of desperation, feeling like - if she'd let it go, if she drops it, it might sever some kind of connection she has to Cassian in that moment. She knows it makes no sense. She knows that letting the thing fall to the floor won't violently rip her out of the moment -
But maybe that's part of the problem.
Maybe she wants to be removed from the sudden displacement, the sudden submersion in the exact memory he describes. Her brain easily fills in all of the details that he leaves out, that he wouldn't have been privvy to.
She quickly presses the heel of her palm into one eye and then the other, in a vain attempt at trying to stop herself from crying.
When she eventually writes back, she isn't sure of how long it's been, but she guesses somewhere around ten minutes.]
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She can't seem to control the shaking in her hands, her fingers, her very skin as she tries to cling to the comm with some sense of desperation, feeling like - if she'd let it go, if she drops it, it might sever some kind of connection she has to Cassian in that moment. She knows it makes no sense. She knows that letting the thing fall to the floor won't violently rip her out of the moment -
But maybe that's part of the problem.
Maybe she wants to be removed from the sudden displacement, the sudden submersion in the exact memory he describes. Her brain easily fills in all of the details that he leaves out, that he wouldn't have been privvy to.
She quickly presses the heel of her palm into one eye and then the other, in a vain attempt at trying to stop herself from crying.
When she eventually writes back, she isn't sure of how long it's been, but she guesses somewhere around ten minutes.]
i remember it.