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This Mess We're In The city sun sets over me...

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Dancing Barefoot She, intoxicated by Thee; She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with She

There is indeed a celebration going on in South City as this is the month of Feabhra. Where it was daylight when you left the Main Temple, now that you have reached the city the only lights are colorful paper lanterns strung up across smooth stone roads. The warmth of the daytime has cooled, so it might be smart to snuggle up with someone in one of the city’s various gazebos – each of them has a swing made for two (or three if you snuggle close enough.)

Harps, flutes, guitars and drums play lively music for everyone to dance to in the city square where garlands of brightly colored and white flowers hang for people to do with as they will. A stately woman dressed in black and wearing a brooch with the face of Ceannasach stands off to the side, her dark hair pulled back in a chignon. Whispers circulate, getting to you and informing you that this woman is E’ara Fraoch, owner of the most successful brothel in South City, and she is paying 50 gold pieces to the best dancers and 100 more if they will come work for her at Where The Wild Roses Grow, her establishment.

I Feel You I feel you, your precious soul, and I am whole

Food and drink is plentiful at this celebration and some of it is even free! The vendors believe that this is a good promotion for their stores during the rest of the year. They wheel their carts about, humming jaunty tunes and offering delicious things to you, the new arrivals, and everyone else in the city.
There is a man named Sam wheeling his cart of beverages and chocolate dipped waffles through town. If you catch him, he’ll probably suggest you order the alcoholic drink The Spirit of Feabhra. This drink does not come without side effects. It tastes like a fancy gin cocktail, sparkling and sweet with the flavor of berries and mint hitting your tongue, but the moment you get close to someone you actually have feelings for, you start to feel it… Them. Their thoughts, their emotions, their dreams… It’s as if they have melted into you.

Is This Desire? Is this desire; Enough, enough; To lift us higher; To lift above?

You have been told repeatedly throughout the night by smiling (creepy) faces not to wander out of the city limits into the wilderness, but now that you are here you just don’t get it. Lichens and fungi light up the night with a soft glow from the tree trunks, seemingly drawing you in.

In the forest, the music fades and the chittering of small animals creates a different tune. You don’t seem to be in danger. You might come across the healthiest, most beautiful apple tree you’ve ever seen. It is completely free of pests and only the dew clings to the apples’ shiny surface.

Should you pick one for yourself, you will feel a strange compulsion to bite it. Go on. Do it. If and when you have, you will find yourself incredibly aroused, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to orgasm – another must do it. If you didn’t bite the apple, maybe you gave it to someone else. In that case they will be unstoppably attracted to you with arousal to match. If you chose to plant it near your home, a tree like the one it came from will grow there and you will ICly receive a special reward.

Dead of Night When delirious fun; Has seriously begun; You'll be down on your knees; You'll be begging us please

Now you’ve done it. You’ve wandered into the woods without a spiritual guide from the temple. Now the vættir have been awoken and they are ready to fuck shit up… Sort of. Right now, these spirits kind of only want to ruin this party, but who knows what they’ll do later?

A low-lying cloud of black smoke crawls down the hills from the forest to the city until it covers the smooth stone roads and reaches up into everyone who is either of weak constitution or just simply tired and possesses them. It doesn’t take total control, but rather influences them, and causes them to destroy decorations, vendor carts, and do wild things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. Basically, these spirits want to cut through the façade and see you party like a rock star.

The only way to exorcise one of the vættir from a friend or loved one is to call on the deity of light – Cuiristeach. They accept demonstrations of service as the highest form of prayer, so get on your knees for your friend and get this done!

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Dancing Barefoot

[ Cassian had fallen asleep in a prison cell, barely a month into a six year stretch of hard labor at a prison where the security is... he hasn't figured out a superlative to describe it yet. Sadistic max.

Waking up here is disorienting. He's not really in the mood to dance. He's not even sure if he should feel relieved or guilty. So he finds an unoccupied seat in one of the gazebos and perches there, dark eyes darting about as he tries to make sense of this strange place. He shivers a little, and realizes that he's cold. ]

I Feel You

[ Once Cassian catches his bearings, he decides to explore. After the antiseptic isolation of Narkina 5, it feels good to be in a community again. It gives him a pang of homesickness he hadn't let himself feel in a while. His posture eases, and he moves with a little more confidence and not hunched over like he's expecting some new terror to surprise him.

Also food! All the food has flavor! He samples everything, savoring the taste of whatever he can get. When the spirit is offered, he takes it gratefully. ]

This is wonderful.

Is This Desire?

[ By the time he reaches the apple orchard, Cassian has eaten and drank his fill. So his willpower against the apple is stronger than it might have been otherwise. So he turns to whoever else has wandered out there. ]

Would you like to taste?

Dead of Night

[ Probably the most unexpected thing about his latest stint in prison is that the Empire had a vested interest in keeping him in excellent physical health while he was there. So he is in the best physical condition of his life. So even though some may have turned in for the night, he's still exploring and trying to learn more. Which is when he discovers something odd happening to some of the others. He approaches one who is suffering the affects of the vættir. ]

Hey, hey. [ He touches their arm lightly to try to ground them. ] Do you need... a drink of water, or something?

[ Cleo is not of weak constitution, but she is always tired. And though she tends to thrive at night, it's been a full day. Fun and stressful in roughly equal measure. As she and Sebastian explore further from the festivities, the odorless miasma creeps insidiously into them. Once Sebastian calls her attention to it with a barrage of urgent squeaks, Cleo pulls her gas mask over her face. It's either too late by then or fails to thwart any effects.

Not that Cleo notices them. As far as she's concerned, she's naturally perturbed. Now the food has settled and the gin buzz has abated, she sees this place for what it is. A prison, concealing its true nature with bread and circuses. She'll fix that.

Normally, she'd let the rats have all the fun. And several are, chewing through cloth banners and nicking food. For once, Cleo serves as a distraction from them rather than the other way around: she tosses over a table of lovingly stacked glasses. Shattering on the ground, she dances among the shards. (Badly, limbs akimbo to no particular beat.) Her mask pushed back haphazardly up her head, she upends a bottle of gin into her mouth, then drops it when someone touches her. Cleo turns on her heal, grinding glass into the dirt. ]

I have a drink. [ She raises the gin indicatively. It doesn't occur to her he's not asking because she looks thirsty. ]

[ The relative amount of freedom granted at this prison compared to the one Cassian was in yesterday makes it so that he hasn't quite found the boundaries yet. Give him a few days, and he'll come to agree with her. At the moment, he's more concerned with her discovering the limits of the hospitality granted them, and finding out what the consequences are.

It's better to find out before you fuck around, so you can plan accordingly. ]

I see that. [ He smiles, in a friendly sort of way. ] I'd get you a glass to pour it in, but unfortunately... [ He shrugs. ] I was thinking of going for a walk. Would you like to come with me?

[ Somewhere away from all the breakable stuff. ]

ooc: if you're playing Cassian from Andor, I might play Jyn from her prequel book. :>

[Unlike Cassian, a certain young woman is not having quite the time. She trusts the people less than the food, and despite the growl to her stomach, she isn't digging in like the rest of the people around her. She's got her hood up, like she's ready to make another break. Yeah, she's tried that already and didn't get far-- in fact it's had the opposite effect, and she was hit by an immediate aphrodesiac.

So she's playing nice now. Well as nice as Jyn Erso can get. Cassian gets a suspicious glare when he announces his thoughts on the feast. Jyn is trying to stay inconspicuous, but he's caught her attention. And while she would like to question his senses-- all of their senses, he just gets a glower instead.]

ooc: your call but I can definitely work with that!

[ Back on Ferrix, nobody would ever describe Cassian as being especially picky in the type of woman he pursued. But if there was any kind of identifiable pattern, it was pretty clear he had a particular weakness for women with dark hair, dark eyes, and bad attitudes. So of course he is amused by Jyn glaring at him. And of course, he's going to do the dumbest possible thing and try to flirt with her.

He grabs another glass and offers it to her. ]

Go on, try it. And if you don't like it, you can throw it in my face.

I can't just throw it in your face? [She smiles wryly. What a pity. It's less about not enjoying it and more about not wanting to be poisoned or drugged or whatever else they might have planned with the food and drink. Jyn doesn't let her guard down, and it's not surprising that right now she isn't either.

But he gives it to her almost on a dare, and if there's one thing she cannot turn down it's a challenge. So she rolls her eyes at him and takes a sip. It's sweet. That's the first note she tastes. It seems to engage a lot of her senses at once, like breathing in some sort of berry feilds, maybe on one of the more lush planets, something on Tattooine. It's a pleasant thought, one she normally doesn't rumenate on too much. She never gets the time, always having to hide, to keep her identity safe.

But there's something else there, a feeling she isn't used to. It's not just the alcohol or whatever else might be infused with the juice, but something that almost makes her feel like not quite herself. She blinks and immediately puts it down, like she's debating if she should still dump it on him.]

Why waste it like that?

[ It's a genuine question. The thought of turning down offered food or drink without trying it first is beyond him. Though sometimes this leads to regrets. Like the dray milk on Aldhani. A taste that will haunt him to his grave.

He waits when she tastes it, watching her reaction. A small smile grows as he watches her face closely to see signs of what she thinks. This is purely so he can dodge if a drink is about to come for his face, of course. And somehow he's thinking of... berries? Do they grow on bushes?

And then he gets a feeling like a door just slammed shut. He blinks, disoriented. ]

So, ah. [ He shakes his head a little, trying to lose the weird feeling. ] Was I right?

[The truth is Jyn likes the drink. It’s why she has to stop. She can’t be complacent here. She already knows what this place wants from them, and it’s been too long since she’s felt anything with anyone (adding on insult to injury that the only boy she cared about in that way ended up dead because of who she was). It leaves her tight jawed, breathing through her nose.]

It was pleasant. [Said like it was bordering on torture for anyone else. Her eyes shift to him, brows furrowing at his response. She hasn’t quite figured what is happening, but there’s somewhat of a curiosity there before shifting to push the drink away.

No, we will not be doing that again.]

[ The juxtaposition between her expression and her words is so stark that he can't help but laugh. It surprises him, a soft sound that he hasn't made in a while. ]

You have very high standards. And now I must know what you would describe as good.

[ He tries to imagine what sort of thing would impress her. And because he's been in prison with a bunch of men for the last month, his subconscious swiftly steers his imagination toward some more intimate options he would attempt, given the chance. ]

[She looks at him like she’s less than amused with the situation. In truth she has one standard: survive. Preferably alone.

Suddenly though it’s as if he’s pressed to her, but he’s still at least a few feet down the table. For someone so touch starved and very much fixed in reality, it takes her breath away momentarily. Eyes go wide suddenly, the sensation of him still lingering over her. Jyn stands suddenly, realizing there are too many people here.]

Higher than this place’s apparently. I need air. [For some reason she tells him this like she wants him to follow despite the less than amenable demeanor she’s throwing off. She’s already pushing away from the table though, her size much smaller than the attitude she gives off as she stomps out of the hall, hoping maybe it was just him causing that strange sensation.]

ooc: js, if he he does follow her and grabs her arm or holds her hand or something she’ll be a lot less wet cat about the situation lol — if that helps

ooc: that does help, thanks for the info! It's hard to tell sometimes with weirdos like this lol

[ It's a wave rushing back on him, a welter of confusing emotions that don't feel like his, but where else could they be coming from? His hand tightens slightly on his glass as he tries to ground himself in some sense of reality. When the woman leaves, Cassian realizes that yes, going outside would probably help. Why not follow her? Normally he would accept the rejection with a casual sort of grace but something compels him to go as well.

She's walking fast, so he has to hurry to catch up. He touches her elbow lightly. Not a grab, he's not trying to prevent her from leaving. But just a light touch to let her know he's there. ]

Hey. Are you alright? This is all... strange.

[ It's an understatement. The situation they're in. How nobody seems to know how they got there. He's still not sure if this is real, or just an especially vivid dream he will be rudely awoken from by a bolt of electricity through the heart. But just in case it's real, they need to band together to cope with it. They'll shatter if they try to go it alone. ]

ooc: I figured it would help. she’s so touch starved. it’s the one thing that will keep her not quite so feral haha

[She’s out tramping through the courtyard, trying to get as far away as the hall as possible. Jyn shouldn’t have been there. She shouldn’t even be here. The wind catches the pieces of her fringe not pulled back into the bun and sticking out of her hood. Cassian catches up to her easily enough, and she doesn’t know why, but part of her is glad he came after her. She’s good at being alone, pushing people away now, but that doesn’t mean she necessarily wants to be.

His hand touches at her elbow, and it’s not just his touch that stops her. It’s like she suddenly feels him touching her. Eyes go wide when the shorter brunette turns to look at him, keyed into him now. It’s not just him, but he’s the one she can suddenly feel like she’s a part of him.]

This place is real then. Somehow.

[She can’t explain it, but it’s clear that it is freaking her out. Why does she have to be stuck on some planet where she needs to interact with people? That loneliness she’s grown up with is safety; it’s comfort. This place is asking a lot from her, and she doesn’t exactly know how to cope with it.]

ooc: At this point he's pretty sure he sleepwalked onto the hot floor and this is the last convulsions of his dying brain so you how everything's fine here with these two. as usual.

[ Nothing makes sense. He struggles to keep his breathing even, to keep from panicking. She offers a glimmer of hope, of stability, even when he's not sure his thoughts even belong to him. ]

Are you real? Am I?

[ His hand slides down to hold her hand, partly because that seems to be helping her but also to help himself. He feels like he's in free fall, spinning in 0G. But looking at her feels like a stable place to land. ]

What's the last thing you remember before arriving here?

[His hand slides down to hers, and she feels that motion more intimately than she ever has. Her hand is warmer than she thought, and while it still catches her breath, she’s still a little caught up that he even wants to. Still she has this sureness in her eyes when she stares into his.]

I’m real. [Jyn has always had that self assurance about her, even in the darkest of times. Whatever may or may not be happening, that’s who she is— a beacon in the dark before she ever knew she was capable of it.

But he asks her what she remembers, and it pulls her out of her own hope.]

I was on a prison planet—- well, trying to escape one. [Before they found out who she was. It wasn’t safe for her in a prison for a number of reasons, her gender and surname chief among them. It only solidifies that she isn’t good though. That there’s dozens of women in that hall that he can go back to that would gladly spend the night with him that are better than her, less broken. She also doesn’t go into more detail, simply because she knows there’s people from planets and planet systems she’s never heard of. There’s no way he’s from her galaxy, that they’re intrinsically tied together.]

[ He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. As reassuring as it is that she is assured of her own reality, it still leaves the question of his own. But that's a lot to ask of a person he just met under such strange circumstances. ]

Prison planet?

[ Well, that certainly got his attention. ]

Where were you incarcerated? I was on Narkina 5. How were you trying to escape? [ A brief pause, as he realized something that made him feel like ice water had been poured over his head. ] Do you think they found out? Is that why we were were sent here?

[The fact that he isn’t put off by the fact that she mentioned she was in prison is telling. She’s even more surprised when he not only tells her of a place that she knows, but that he is also not a good, dutiful citizen. Jyn stands a little straighter, feeling his fear. To her though this isn’t the worst outcome.]

Is it bad if I don’t remember which one it was this time? [For being only 21, Jyn already has a very long rap sheet.]

This time it was aggravated assault against Imperial personnel. I was on Garel City. [She won’t got into detail that she was just saving a cat for a little girl, admitting she really does have a heart. She likes sounding like a badass. He’ll likely get images of the young girl with the Tooka, and the single word of “Jyn” floating through the air.]

I’d bribed the guards like most of the times I’ve escaped. Most are either stupid men or just trying to survive like the rest of us. There’s no way they found out though. I’d be executed. Or worse. [Hauled off to wherever they were keeping her father, used as his personal torture device.]

[ He's spent too much time in various facilities in the Imperial carceral system to care about why somebody else got sent there. Especially when considering the fact that they never managed to arrest him for the things he's actually done to deserve it. ]

I was just wondering. I could see other facilities when they brought us there, but I never saw who was put in them. If it was women or other races or... it was all human men in the facility I was in.

[ He's rambling, but the misery of Narkina 5, the hopelessness of it, it's been hard to shake off. ]

I was on Niamos. Civil disruption, anti-Imperial speech, and fleeing the scene of anti-Imperial activity. [ There is a wry twist to his lips, and an edge of irony in his tone. It was bantha shit, all of it. And he assumes her charges were much of the same. ]

But Galen City... Where did an Outer Rim girl like you get the kind of credits you need to bribe that many guards? Unless you're from somewhere a little closer to the center.

[ She definitely has an accent that would be at home on Coruscant. But she doesn't seem to be a dilettante like Vel. ]

I think it depends on where you get sent. Sometimes they're nice enough to separate the women out. Sometimes not.

[She's been in and out of enough of them, and likely it won't be her last time in a prison, knowing her. She doesn't look sorry for it or remorseful. It certainly never corrected any of her actions. She was on her own side, though all of her own charges were against the Empire itself, never going far enough to hurt or steal from a civilian.

She listens to him, hand in hand. There's some admirable qualities in him, something that's similar enough to her-- for better or for worse. Jyn isn't sure she trusts him any more though. It's not safe for her if there are more people from their galaxy, even if the Empire isn't here either.]

Are you with the Rebellion? [He doesn't look familiar to her, but then she hasn't been with Saw in years. She also knows there's a number of factions, all working with their own system. Maybe she would admire him for it if she also doesn't know what the Rebellion is capable of herself. In this world things are never black and white, but she's seen enough dark grey to not ever associate with the Rebellion.]

I do what I have to to survive. [But the fact that he does think she's an Outer Rim girl is a good sign, even if he's already questioning it.] And I'm good at it.

[ He shakes his head slightly, not dismissing her comment but his own theory. ]

If you were held in the same facility maybe we could make some sense of it...

[ Cassian has not been quite as honorable a thief. Although his sights do skew more toward Imperial targets, because they offer greater payouts if he can pull it off. He's not above scamming his peers to get by. Although after the Aldhani heist, that seems like even more of a waste of time.

He shakes his head again, more emphatically, at her question. ]

No. I'm not with the Rebellion. [ I'm just a tourist, and all that. His brief forays into rebellion have been half-formed and quickly crushed, like when he was a teen half-mad with grief, or wholly mercenary affairs where most of his newfound comrades wound up dead, some by his own hand or simple carelessness. It's a welter of complicated feelings. Regret and bitterness and ambivalence. He's telling the truth, but only the smallest fraction of it.

When she says she's a survivor, he nods. ]

That's what the Empire is good at. Turning everybody into a survivor all on their own.

[ This is what brings up thoughts of Nemik, and the hollow grief around his death that Cassian hasn't even begun to deal with. ]

Is there really a point to sense in all of this? [She gestures as they get past the courtyard. They've been explained what they're meant to do already. Is there a reason for people to do what they do? The impact is enough. They're forced into this situation. That's how she sees it.

She can sense how genuine he is about this, and she's glad he's not in the Rebellion. People do what they have to, but she just can't trust them now. There's not a whole lot she really does trust, but what Saw did shaped her outlook on life to her core.

So she falls quiet, giving him a small nod. He's not wrong about the Empire.]

Not everyone is fortunate to survive them. [She watched her mother get shot in front of her, hidden in the grass.]

Maybe the only positive of this place.

[ It's a philosophical point, and one that Cassian feels ill-equipped to handle. A pang of grief reminds him that Nemik would probably have something to say about it. But if Cassian follows any kind of philosophy, it's pragmatism. ]

It's a lot of effort for anybody to go through for nothing. [ He looks around, shaking his head as if that's going to help him make heads or tales of this situation. ] And if it is some sort of bait-and-switch, it seems far too sophisticated for Imperial efforts.

[ He doesn't have anything to say about the Imperial survival rate. Just thinks of his father hanging in the town square and nods. Giving voice to it would just reopen that old wound and all the rest that goes along with it. So he just nods.

And clutches the potential change of topic like a lifeline. His thumb slides across the back of her hand as a small, shy sort of smile forms on his lips. ]

I could name another positive. At least one more, anyway.

[Jyn is a realist, born out of surviving for the sake of surviving. It's not that she trusts what these gods have told them. It's that everything here seems to revolve around this idea that they need to be intimate in various ways. The why doesn't entirely matter to her. She's still uncomfortable with the entirety of it, but as far as delving deeper, she doesn't think the Empire is involved.

They need bodies, obedience, and forced labor. And while there is a small sense of 'forced' here, for the most part the motive just doesn't seem to match for her. They've gone from one overlord to another in her mind. That's all.

But she doesn't have a chance to vocalize these thoughts. His touch is still a distraction. She pulls a deep breath in through her nose. He doesn't need to say what the other thing is. Jyn might not be the most experienced young woman, but she's not an idiot.

His touch feels good, and it lingers over her hand. If they were back home, she would have snatched it away, but they've been hand in hand long enough now. She remembers what it's like to be touched, as much as she's shut it out for all these years. Still the last thing she wants to come across is inept, so she just quietly stands there for a moment, mulling how best to broach the subject.]

I don't know why they chose me for this sort of thing either. [This time it's not a rejection, just a soft admittance that while she knows what to do, she's not well versed at it.]

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[ He notices the little intake of breath and his smile turns a little less shy and more sly. There may even be a hint of a sparkle in his eye as he observes her closely. He shifts his weight, moving a little closer. Also shielding her from view of any possible curious onlookers. The way she's speaking makes it seem to him like she's unused to vulnerability. ]

Maybe it was random. Maybe they thought you had potential.

[ He won't comment on his own suitability. When even your mom knows your reputation, bragging feels a little like putting a hat on a hat. ]

[She actually gives a huff through her nose of amusement at his response. A warm body has potential here, she supposes. This isn't her area of expertise, and it isn't something she has expected to revisit any time soon, but here they are. Once again the 'why' she knows doesn't really matter.

At least he isn't being crude or insensitive about it. Jyn still holds onto her dignity as she lifts her chin to consider him.]

The last person who I was close to died years ago. I wasn't particularly planning on any intimate activities as of late, but it's not as if I can't do it. [Just to clear that up. She knows he didn't insult her, but she feels a little huffy about it, like she needs to state that she isn't innocent either. Jyn Erso is no saint, but she'll never be a blushing bride either.]

[ He's not really sure where they're headed, but he finds her so intriguing he is careful not to cross the line into obviously offensive. That's no guarantee that he won't accidentally offend, but he's at least trying. ]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ He looks down at her hand as if it were the most interesting thing in teh whole place. He runs the pad of his thumb across the tips of her fingernails. And laughs softly. ]

Do you always plan in advance? No room for spontaneity?

[ The last person Cassian was close to was extremely spontaneous. He hopes Windi is doing well. And that she didn't find his money. ]

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Cassian Andor | Star Wars: Andor | OTA

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