Cassian picked up his drink, taking a small sip before licking his lips and placing it pack down onto the bar. Six years. That was a good chunk of time in Cassian's book. "So you can go back home and still remember the place?" He asked, head canting slightly to the side.
A light smile tugged up one corner of Cassian's lips, "Not on a scale like this, no. My life is..." he thought for a moment, "what I've made it, and the name I've made for myself. But weird like this? No."