[For the briefest moment Cassian smiles, a small gesture but meaningful. For a time, there was peace. A chance for the children of some of his fellow rebels to raise their kids outside of a war. An opportunity for them to grow up in a galaxy hopefully better than the one he had. Not fighting constantly, not living glancing over their shoulder, waiting for death or worse to find them.
He didn't know what the peaceful times had been like, he couldn't even imagine it for himself, he only knew it was something he had spent his life fighting to help make happen. Something Draven had frequently assured him he was helping to make possible.]
That's when you decided to fight, then? [He could understand why, especially with who his parents were. Of course Poe would follow in their footsteps. Unfortunate, but if there was a new war brewing, better someone fight in it who understood the costs, even if only in theory. He felt sorry for Kes, having to see his son grow up to become a fighter. If Cassian had ever believed he could have a child, that would have been the last thing he wanted. It was all a lot to take in, and though he knows the answer, he retreats to a question somewhere closer to the realm of his understanding.]
The battle on Scarif, the plans?
The planetkiller was destroyed?
[He dares, for a moment longer, to hope that only Scarif and Jedha had been destroyed by the Empire's super weapon.]
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He didn't know what the peaceful times had been like, he couldn't even imagine it for himself, he only knew it was something he had spent his life fighting to help make happen. Something Draven had frequently assured him he was helping to make possible.]
That's when you decided to fight, then? [He could understand why, especially with who his parents were. Of course Poe would follow in their footsteps. Unfortunate, but if there was a new war brewing, better someone fight in it who understood the costs, even if only in theory. He felt sorry for Kes, having to see his son grow up to become a fighter. If Cassian had ever believed he could have a child, that would have been the last thing he wanted. It was all a lot to take in, and though he knows the answer, he retreats to a question somewhere closer to the realm of his understanding.]
The battle on Scarif, the plans?
The planetkiller was destroyed?
[He dares, for a moment longer, to hope that only Scarif and Jedha had been destroyed by the Empire's super weapon.]