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Cassian Jeron Andor ([personal profile] likeahundred) wrote in [personal profile] nextchance 2017-02-27 08:30 am (UTC)

Even if she had, Cassian's not much better. Clearly, he'd been scrubbed with antiseptic where his injuries were concerned, but no one had thought to douse him while he was out. His beard, likely, is verging on disastrous and he hopes he'll get a razor for the next time he has to look himself in a mirror. They're both tired and dirty and not at their best but at least they don't have to suffer the indignities alone.

He can hear the soft exhale of Jyn's breath and count the seconds until the next one, as if she's trying to take all of this in and Cassian breathes too. Inhaling so deeply expands his lungs and chest and pulls at some sore spots on his bodybut it's a dull, manageable ache. It reminds him that he's alive and Jyn can hear his heart under her ear just as he can hear her breath and feel her warmth. They're alive. They're hopelessly lost and uncertain but damn it they're alive and they're here together.

Welcome home, he'd told her. He wants to say it again but he's not sure right now what that means for either of them.

"No," he says, taking a long time to acknowledge the truth. There's no way any of the Rebel forces had the time to evacuate. The ships in orbit must have escaped but Baze? Chirrut? Bodhi? The two dozen or so brave men and women they'd gathered? K2SO? They're gone as surely as they should be. Their presence here is a miracle and Cassian knows better than to hope for more miracles.

"We're the only ones, I think."

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