So I'm fiddling with this rebelcaptain idea involving love, language and language about love. Want a snippet?
He doesn't have enough Kenari left to manipulate or persuade. All he can do is plead:
«No!» he says, and, «Not hurt!» And then, voice weak: «Please…»
The masked woman freezes, spear poised to strike. Cassian makes himself look away from Jyn and focus on the the other woman.
The woman says something. He doesn't understand. The sounds are right in a way that aches deep in his chest, but the best he can do is make out a verb tense here, a location participle there.
And then: «Who are you? Where did you come from?»
He doesn't have the vocabulary to explain the situation, let alone to lie convincingly. And the dart is doing its work, pulling him toward unconsciousness. The only strategy he has left is the truth:
«I'm Kassa. Of… of the Greenwater." Her gasmask is decorated like a veteran hunter's facepaint. How did he miss that?
The masked woman goes still. If it weren't for the hiss of the respirator, she might not have been breathing.
She gestures to Jyn with her spear. «Who is she?» she asks. Or maybe, «What is she?»
And the only thing he can think to say is, "La amo."
