[ he'd died. she'd fought her way up that tower, dragged herself up the catwalk, stood in front of the man in white, all thinking cassian had died. there are few things burned indelibly into her memory and cassian crumpled on the bottom of the vault is one of them.
it's too much all at once and she wrenches her hand free, rocking back on her heels and straightening up.
it's cowardly, he can't follow or even stop her, but she's never claimed to be brave. ] I'll go make the bed.
[ she skitters off to do just that, making sure the path to their bedroom is clear, scooping up her underwear and tank top and dragging them on as she tries to outrun her own trauma. even the busy work of pushing back cassian's side of the blankets and clearing the path to the bed does little to put her mind at ease, seeing his broken body out of the corner of her eye, hearing the crunch of body against metal when even a second of silence reaches her ears.
it's too much.
it's too much and the next thing she knows, she is throwing up in the waste basket. whatever was left of the mood is now officially dead.]
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it's too much all at once and she wrenches her hand free, rocking back on her heels and straightening up.
it's cowardly, he can't follow or even stop her, but she's never claimed to be brave. ] I'll go make the bed.
[ she skitters off to do just that, making sure the path to their bedroom is clear, scooping up her underwear and tank top and dragging them on as she tries to outrun her own trauma. even the busy work of pushing back cassian's side of the blankets and clearing the path to the bed does little to put her mind at ease, seeing his broken body out of the corner of her eye, hearing the crunch of body against metal when even a second of silence reaches her ears.
it's too much.
it's too much and the next thing she knows, she is throwing up in the waste basket. whatever was left of the mood is now officially dead.]