“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”
cassian hesitated as the two fractured pieces of himself warred with one another. the well-versed liar wanted to reassure her, to tell brynn that they’d see each other again sometime in the future. he wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew better. cassian was just another teenage soldier in an ugly, unforgiving war zone. the odds of his survival were low. his gaze dipped away from hers, finding a spot on the ground that was steady, and he shrugged a shoulder. the motion itself was almost casual, a strange nonchalance, but for a long moment it was all that he could offer her. “i… don’t know.” he confessed with a frown. “this is a war, brynn. we don’t all have families to go home to.” with that he shot her a quick look, a mixture of resentment and longing. if only there was someone who’d take him away from all of this. “i’ll try.” it was the best that he could offer. “i’m not much good to the rebellion if i’m dead anyway.”
