KANAN JARRUS ASKED: “Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”
the question made zaeda’s skin crawl. “i’ve never considered myself to look like one, so maybe looks don’t fucking matter.” it wasn’t his fault, and they knew it was unfair to snap at anyone who wasn’t actually involved in their death, but then again, life (and death) weren’t fucking fair. still, recognizing him, remembering the kid he used to be, actually made her feel a little guilty about the way she responded. she should have been happy for him for surviving, and deep down, she knew probably was – but just then, she was spiraling all over again, heart and head pounding as they remembered their life had ended. ended. that moment, the pain and the silence, rang in her mind ad infinitum. it made it hard to be happy or level. “so, you survived. how’d you manage that?”
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