[he looks over at her and feels nothing but... fondness. they don't talk about scarif as a rule, they just dream it and fight it for each other, but the fact that she says she would do this for him -]
[he squeezes her shoulder, hoping that suffices as a thank you, because he knows she hates them aloud.] I would want you to go. If I decided to go myself.
Maybe between the two of us, we could explain it all.
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[he squeezes her shoulder, hoping that suffices as a thank you, because he knows she hates them aloud.] I would want you to go. If I decided to go myself.
Maybe between the two of us, we could explain it all.