Cᴀssɪᴀɴ Aɴᴅᴏʀ (insurgent) wrote in themandalay, |
He hadn't given the future much thought when it came to himself. His mind had been consumed wholly by all the information Finn had provided him, the spy in him analysing and storing everything he'd learned. But listening to Jyn voice her thoughts about what might have been, Cassian couldn't help but think forward also, to what could have been if he hadn't died on Scarif. It was not a luxury he generally afforded himself; as an intelligence officer, he was always prepared for the possibility of dying while in the field. Here, though, in this place, he allowed himself a moment to imagine. "I would have been 60," he remarked, the thought strange and alien even as he voiced it. He couldn't look at it in the same way Jyn did; it was a life he would never have and he couldn't separate that from his wistful thoughts about the future. A soft laugh left his lungs, seeing the amusement in her eyes and the smile on her lips. "What do you think we would have done? After the war ended. Kept assisting the New Republic?" He'd caught the frown that crossed her face while he'd been speaking, but he didn't call attention to it. Some things were better left alone. |