The spear that we touched, and it would only let the displaced touch it, saved both worlds in theory, at least the people and flora. If the gates respond only to us, the same logic would apply.
[ the hope is fragile and tenuous, but it is there. ]
Seriously, if I just got here and we blow up the world because of some religious guy with a boner for sacred geometry, I'm going to be so mad.
[ sorry jyn, it begged to be asked!! ]
Besides, besides. There's more than four gates. Did I read that right in all that information? We'll be okay. I think? I'll do my best to keep at least one of them alive, some people look to be putting on their murder hobo hats and I think I'm in the minority.
I'm really not up for killing off a bunch of people who literally feel like sacrificial lambs given to the slaughter. The one I manage to save walks away, alive, or I'm not bringing them back at all.
This marks kidnapping number four for some people.
[ so jyn gets it. jyn's pro-murder outlook varies by situation; they aren't una so she is generally against it now, but she wasn't kidnapped and drugged so. ]
They've got to know something about Ball or the gates or anything. Use that. If they die, no one learns anything.
And my heart really does ache for them. Sincerely, it does.
[ she's not without sympathy for the trauma such a repeat act induces, but neither is she budging on her stance. she'll handle the safety of whomever she captures afterwards, on her own; maybe promising them their life will be a great bargaining chip! ]
What do we already know about this 'Ball' guy, so that I'm not wasting time chasing a lead we've already pursued? Is that his real name? A guy, with a hard-on for faith. Named 'Ball'. Heh, what a dweeb.
Kark if I know. Only four people met him and two are gone. He goes by Insomniac Ball, they met or something at the Insomniac's Ball, it's clearly a fake name. Information is never very forthcoming around here.
Oh, how cute. A man who thinks he's clever. Keep me abreast of what you find in New Oslo, okay? You never know what information can be used to flay a man's defenses as wide open as his ribs after a winnower goes off. Nothing is impenetrable! Not for me, haha!
I'll try to bring you back something good to eat from Rio, okay?
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Zerzura survived, I saw. You stopped--
Shit, if we open these gates all at once - what happens to this world?
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The spear that we touched, and it would only let the displaced touch it, saved both worlds in theory, at least the people and flora. If the gates respond only to us, the same logic would apply.
[ the hope is fragile and tenuous, but it is there. ]
Keep one of them alive as a test subject.
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[ sorry jyn, it begged to be asked!! ]
Besides, besides. There's more than four gates. Did I read that right in all that information? We'll be okay.
I think?
I'll do my best to keep at least one of them alive, some people look to be putting on their murder hobo hats and I think I'm in the minority.
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They can kill him after.
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The one I manage to save walks away, alive, or I'm not bringing them back at all.
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[ so jyn gets it. jyn's pro-murder outlook varies by situation; they aren't una so she is generally against it now, but she wasn't kidnapped and drugged so. ]
They've got to know something about Ball or the gates or anything. Use that. If they die, no one learns anything.
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[ she's not without sympathy for the trauma such a repeat act induces, but neither is she budging on her stance. she'll handle the safety of whomever she captures afterwards, on her own; maybe promising them their life will be a great bargaining chip! ]
What do we already know about this 'Ball' guy, so that I'm not wasting time chasing a lead we've already pursued? Is that his real name? A guy, with a hard-on for faith. Named 'Ball'. Heh, what a dweeb.
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Keep me abreast of what you find in New Oslo, okay? You never know what information can be used to flay a man's defenses as wide open as his ribs after a winnower goes off. Nothing is impenetrable! Not for me, haha!
I'll try to bring you back something good to eat from Rio, okay?
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[ that's a lie, cassian absolutely buys her love with food. ]
Same goes for Rio. No radio silence.
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