rebelmade:
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 healed , bones cemented back together & stitches to hold everything else in place , his mind would still lay weighted on the ruins of scarif . more than cassian would ever dare to accept , the events on the now shattered planet would forever taint the warworn soul behind his gaze ―――― death had been close : and so was the contradictory relief the man would never talk about . a slit against his thoughts , threatening to release the ghosts of his actions upon unusual calmness : andor didn’t know how to live a life away from war , after all .
a crude contemplation to never reach its end , as the rebel’s attention lastly roamed to bodhi ―――― and his apparent distaste for lullness : a distorted mirror of his own dislike . on the split second of the other’s words , cassian mindfully approached & offered his hand to help the always energetic pilot . ❛ be careful , bodhi . i don’t know how much is enough for your … new leg . ❜ a few seconds of silence to follow cassian’s words , wary stare still upon the man he had silently learned to respect and admire . ❛ ready ? come on , let’s get you up and walking before you lose your mind . ❜
hand grasps the one offered and bodhi levers himself to his feet, staggers slightly, and then steadies. the weight is off. this isn’t his FIRST TIME upright, but the adjustment takes a moment when he takes the first step. the metal joint whirs and bodhi does his best to not think too long about it. “ready,” he replies as more of an AFTERTHOUGHT than anything.
there are things that need to be done. things he COULD BE doing - things that will distract from the way his head has not stopped aching since - dark cave and slick tentacles sliding through his mind, rending things, pulling them. moving at least gives him something to focus on that is not the way he cannot recall what his sister looked like. “just...a short walk. that’s all i need right now.”

















