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[ What is this... A Twilight movie?
Dokja's eyebrows lift in surprise, and the small smile on his face grows into somethig a little more teasing. While he understands that this is stemming from a place of concern, his first instinct is to deflect and ease up on the heaviness permeating the air between them. That's why, when he opens his mouth, he decides on being stupid. ]
Planning to watch me sleep?
[ Should have done that during the night of the masquerade rather than dip out as soon as Dokja fell asleep. ]
Dokja's eyebrows lift in surprise, and the small smile on his face grows into somethig a little more teasing. While he understands that this is stemming from a place of concern, his first instinct is to deflect and ease up on the heaviness permeating the air between them. That's why, when he opens his mouth, he decides on being stupid. ]
Planning to watch me sleep?
[ Should have done that during the night of the masquerade rather than dip out as soon as Dokja fell asleep. ]
[ If this were a Twilight movie, he'd be Team Jacob and not Team Edward.
But, you know? That's not a bad suggestion. Maybe it's incredibly childish and incredibly stupid as far as good suggestions go, but it's not as though people are all that logical when it's the middle of the night and sleep deprivation is dragging them down.
Other things being (very quietly) dragged over: a chair that Eustace deposits on the other side of the coffee table across the couch, which he promptly takes a seat in, one leg crossing over the other. ]
Sure.
[ This is where he lives now until Dokja falls asleep. Hopefully no one else wakes up for a midnight snack and sees these two weirdos staring at each other in the dark. ]
But, you know? That's not a bad suggestion. Maybe it's incredibly childish and incredibly stupid as far as good suggestions go, but it's not as though people are all that logical when it's the middle of the night and sleep deprivation is dragging them down.
Other things being (very quietly) dragged over: a chair that Eustace deposits on the other side of the coffee table across the couch, which he promptly takes a seat in, one leg crossing over the other. ]
Sure.
[ This is where he lives now until Dokja falls asleep. Hopefully no one else wakes up for a midnight snack and sees these two weirdos staring at each other in the dark. ]
[ Here come the crickets as Dokja stares at Eustace's face like he's trying to figure out if this is a joke or not. It's hard to tell when such a stoic (handsome) face is all he's got to work off of, and so after a few seconds, Dokja gives up.
The day he learns to read people is the day civilization collapses.
Anyway, it's kind of unfair that he's been telling Eustace to go to sleep and gotten nothing for his efforts, only for the other man to turn around and do the same to him now. They're obviously both exhausted, it's the middle of the night, and they've both come from a stressful nightmare. It feels like there's only one correct answer for this situation.
So Dokja, with all the grace and care of a man deprived of sleep and coming down from adrenaline both good and bad, suggests the normally unsuggestable. ]
We should just sleep together.
The day he learns to read people is the day civilization collapses.
Anyway, it's kind of unfair that he's been telling Eustace to go to sleep and gotten nothing for his efforts, only for the other man to turn around and do the same to him now. They're obviously both exhausted, it's the middle of the night, and they've both come from a stressful nightmare. It feels like there's only one correct answer for this situation.
So Dokja, with all the grace and care of a man deprived of sleep and coming down from adrenaline both good and bad, suggests the normally unsuggestable. ]
We should just sleep together.
[ Hello???
It's precisely because he's sleep-deprived that the suggestion lands entirely the wrong way. Instead of the literal meaning of sleep together, his mind imagines a callback to their time at the masquerade and it takes far too long for his common sense to kick in and smother the burst of bewilderment he feels, replacing it instead with the more likely meaning.
As if Dokja (the career bottom) would ever suggest anything else other than the literal.
This is hardly the first time he's shared a bed with a man, but the suggestion feels different this time, a prickle of awareness lodging itself into the back of his mind. This seems like a dangerous road to go down, but no worse than both of them engaging in a game of sleep chicken.
Still. ]
We're not going to both fit on the couch.
[ Unless they really squeeze together, but that's a whole different can of worms. ]
It's precisely because he's sleep-deprived that the suggestion lands entirely the wrong way. Instead of the literal meaning of sleep together, his mind imagines a callback to their time at the masquerade and it takes far too long for his common sense to kick in and smother the burst of bewilderment he feels, replacing it instead with the more likely meaning.
As if Dokja (the career bottom) would ever suggest anything else other than the literal.
This is hardly the first time he's shared a bed with a man, but the suggestion feels different this time, a prickle of awareness lodging itself into the back of his mind. This seems like a dangerous road to go down, but no worse than both of them engaging in a game of sleep chicken.
Still. ]
We're not going to both fit on the couch.
[ Unless they really squeeze together, but that's a whole different can of worms. ]
[ The gears in his head are turning, but not in a perverse way much to the dismay of this rper. If he can get the both of them to bed, Dokja figures it won't take very long for Eustace to fall asleep, and then he can slip out and go back to brooding in the dark.
Yes, it's an excellent plan. Absolutely foolproof. ]
My bed's wide enough to fit us both.
[ It's taking everything in him not to think about the last time they were on a bed together. But this is different because no one's swallowed a bunch of aphrodisiac, and that had just been a one-time thing... Nothing about their current circumstances is the same, and this is what Dokja uses to rationalize his decision. He's always been good about making excuses, after all. ]
Come on.
[ Without further delay, Dokja drapes his own blanket over his shoulders and stands, waiting for Eustace to get up and lead the way back to the bedroom. ]
Yes, it's an excellent plan. Absolutely foolproof. ]
My bed's wide enough to fit us both.
[ It's taking everything in him not to think about the last time they were on a bed together. But this is different because no one's swallowed a bunch of aphrodisiac, and that had just been a one-time thing... Nothing about their current circumstances is the same, and this is what Dokja uses to rationalize his decision. He's always been good about making excuses, after all. ]
Come on.
[ Without further delay, Dokja drapes his own blanket over his shoulders and stands, waiting for Eustace to get up and lead the way back to the bedroom. ]
[ His bed? He really thinks his bed is a good idea???
Well, why wouldn't it be? There'd be more space, a mattress would be far more comfortable than the couch, and if there are any reservations flitting through his mind about being in a bed (again) with Dokja, then that's a personal problem he's just going to have to deal with. It's not as though any of the circumstances from before are present now, after all. The only thing out of place are his own traitorous feelings, and if he's learned anything from past experience, it's that feelings get messy and he's better off burying them until there's nothing left. May as well start now.
So he sighs. Finally gets up from his chair. ]
Fine. You better not kick in your sleep though.
[ Since he didn't stick around long enough last time to find out. ]
Well, why wouldn't it be? There'd be more space, a mattress would be far more comfortable than the couch, and if there are any reservations flitting through his mind about being in a bed (again) with Dokja, then that's a personal problem he's just going to have to deal with. It's not as though any of the circumstances from before are present now, after all. The only thing out of place are his own traitorous feelings, and if he's learned anything from past experience, it's that feelings get messy and he's better off burying them until there's nothing left. May as well start now.
So he sighs. Finally gets up from his chair. ]
Fine. You better not kick in your sleep though.
[ Since he didn't stick around long enough last time to find out. ]
[ What a thing to think about as they make their way to the bedroom. It certainly gets Dokja's mind off of other troublesome thoughts, so that helps. ]
I don't know if I do.
[ He's never really shared a bed before, so no one's been able to tell him if he's a kicker?
Anyway, it doesn't take them very long to get to his room since it's literally right there in the hall. It's probably the combination of exhaustion and the allure of lying in a familiar bed (even for just a short while), but Dokja wastes no time in dropping down on the mattress, face first against his pillow. The way every single muscle in his body immediately relaxes could send him into a deep sleep right then and there, but he fights the urges and twists his face to the side, one hand extending to pat the empty spot on the bed next to him. ]
Eustace.
I don't know if I do.
[ He's never really shared a bed before, so no one's been able to tell him if he's a kicker?
Anyway, it doesn't take them very long to get to his room since it's literally right there in the hall. It's probably the combination of exhaustion and the allure of lying in a familiar bed (even for just a short while), but Dokja wastes no time in dropping down on the mattress, face first against his pillow. The way every single muscle in his body immediately relaxes could send him into a deep sleep right then and there, but he fights the urges and twists his face to the side, one hand extending to pat the empty spot on the bed next to him. ]
Eustace.
[ Glad someone's ready to drop right into bed out of the two of them.
In contrast, Eustace's movements are far more tentative, as he pauses by the bed even after Dokja invites him in. The seat he takes at the edge of the bed is careful, and the slow drag of all his limbs onto the mattress even moreso, his whole body rigid despite tiredness trying to push his muscles into a state of relaxation. (There is no way he is going to be able to sleep like this but that's okay, because the plan is definitely to get up and go pass out on the couch as soon as Dokja falls asleep.)
For now he will just. Lie there awkwardly, doing his best to roleplay as a wooden board instead of a normal human. It's fine, there's nothing wrong with this. ]
In contrast, Eustace's movements are far more tentative, as he pauses by the bed even after Dokja invites him in. The seat he takes at the edge of the bed is careful, and the slow drag of all his limbs onto the mattress even moreso, his whole body rigid despite tiredness trying to push his muscles into a state of relaxation. (There is no way he is going to be able to sleep like this but that's okay, because the plan is definitely to get up and go pass out on the couch as soon as Dokja falls asleep.)
For now he will just. Lie there awkwardly, doing his best to roleplay as a wooden board instead of a normal human. It's fine, there's nothing wrong with this. ]
[ What is this kawaii bottom behavior.
But they can't both have the same exact plan, and there's no way in hell Dokja's going to be able to execute what he'd cooked up at this rate. Not when Eustace looks so uncomfortable and awkward, which is kind of funny in Dokja's delirious state. He huffs out a quiet laugh as he shifts to his side, then yanks the covers over both of them. Seriously, what's with this atmosphere? It's not that awful to share a bed with him.
God, it pays to be stupid. ]
Try closing your eyes.
But they can't both have the same exact plan, and there's no way in hell Dokja's going to be able to execute what he'd cooked up at this rate. Not when Eustace looks so uncomfortable and awkward, which is kind of funny in Dokja's delirious state. He huffs out a quiet laugh as he shifts to his side, then yanks the covers over both of them. Seriously, what's with this atmosphere? It's not that awful to share a bed with him.
God, it pays to be stupid. ]
Try closing your eyes.
[ He's practicing for when Dokja tops, obviously.
It's both cute and mildly infuriating when the blanket's pulled over him, as though he's some small child that needs to be tucked in at night. (When was the last time anyone tucked him in like this? Longer ago than he can remember, that's for sure.) He scowls up at the ceiling, offended that he needs to be told how to sleep. ]
I know how to sleep.
[ He's done it every single day of his life up until now? He's great at it, thanks. What he's not so great at is following instructions, and instead of closing his eyes as told, he also turns to his side so he can stare at Dokja. Without saying anything, like a creep.
Sleep chicken continues..... ]
It's both cute and mildly infuriating when the blanket's pulled over him, as though he's some small child that needs to be tucked in at night. (When was the last time anyone tucked him in like this? Longer ago than he can remember, that's for sure.) He scowls up at the ceiling, offended that he needs to be told how to sleep. ]
I know how to sleep.
[ He's done it every single day of his life up until now? He's great at it, thanks. What he's not so great at is following instructions, and instead of closing his eyes as told, he also turns to his side so he can stare at Dokja. Without saying anything, like a creep.
Sleep chicken continues..... ]
[ The offense goes right over Dokja's head because he's immune to this sort of thing. He's also very familiar with people not listening to his instructions, so when Eustace defies his suggestion and turns to look at him instead, Dokja meets him with an unimpressed look.
Is this really something that has to get difficult?? Then again, when aren't things difficult with the two of them... ]
I'm not going to kick you, if that's what you're worried about.
[ This is a half-lie. He will most definitely kick Eustace if the other man continues to not listen to him. ]
Is this really something that has to get difficult?? Then again, when aren't things difficult with the two of them... ]
I'm not going to kick you, if that's what you're worried about.
[ This is a half-lie. He will most definitely kick Eustace if the other man continues to not listen to him. ]
You just said you weren't sure if you kicked or not.
[ Can Dokja at least pick a consistent story to stick to if he's going to lie like this? Damn. Put some effort in.
But it looks like someone is going to get kicked at the rate things are going, with neither of them succumbing to sleep just yet. Impressive, given how late it is and how tired they both are. ]
Go to sleep. I'll find out that way if you kick or not.
[ Also a half-lie. He will stay five minutes after Dokja falls asleep to test this theory before crawling back out to the couch. ]
[ Can Dokja at least pick a consistent story to stick to if he's going to lie like this? Damn. Put some effort in.
But it looks like someone is going to get kicked at the rate things are going, with neither of them succumbing to sleep just yet. Impressive, given how late it is and how tired they both are. ]
Go to sleep. I'll find out that way if you kick or not.
[ Also a half-lie. He will stay five minutes after Dokja falls asleep to test this theory before crawling back out to the couch. ]
[ It's truly unfortunate that both of them have a stubborn streak several miles long because they are going to get absolutely nowhere at this point.
Dokja settles for a frown, his eyebrows drawing together when his push is met with further resistance. This was actually a terrible idea, he's coming to realize, with neither side wanting to give in. It doesn't help at all that Dokja feels the threat of sleep pulling at him now that he's comfortable in a familiar bed with a cozy blanket over him.
Even so, he fights to stay awake. ]
You're so determined to watch me sleep. [ And then, a little more jokingly: ] It's not a pretty sight, you know.
[ There's probably a lot of drool involved. ]
Dokja settles for a frown, his eyebrows drawing together when his push is met with further resistance. This was actually a terrible idea, he's coming to realize, with neither side wanting to give in. It doesn't help at all that Dokja feels the threat of sleep pulling at him now that he's comfortable in a familiar bed with a cozy blanket over him.
Even so, he fights to stay awake. ]
You're so determined to watch me sleep. [ And then, a little more jokingly: ] It's not a pretty sight, you know.
[ There's probably a lot of drool involved. ]
[ If he wanted to see something pretty he wouldn't be here. Just kidding, Dokja is very beautiful and we all know it. ]
I don't care what you look like.
[ Dokja could drool over half the bed and Eustace would consider it nothing more than a mild inconvenience, and also maybe ammo for some light ribbing later down the line.
With a sigh, he rolls back onto his back, returning his gaze up towards the ceiling instead of the muddy outline of Dokja's face in the dark. Easier to talk to unmoving inorganic matter than another person with their own thoughts and feelings. It'd be easier too to just go to sleep as told, but he's always been a chronic overthinker and overworrier and he's still worried now about the mental well-being of the man lying next to him. ]
I just don't want you getting nightmares again.
[ Said quietly, without the usual acerbic front he puts on. Truly exhaustion makes a man so vulnerable. Maybe he should just be tired all the time. ]
I don't care what you look like.
[ Dokja could drool over half the bed and Eustace would consider it nothing more than a mild inconvenience, and also maybe ammo for some light ribbing later down the line.
With a sigh, he rolls back onto his back, returning his gaze up towards the ceiling instead of the muddy outline of Dokja's face in the dark. Easier to talk to unmoving inorganic matter than another person with their own thoughts and feelings. It'd be easier too to just go to sleep as told, but he's always been a chronic overthinker and overworrier and he's still worried now about the mental well-being of the man lying next to him. ]
I just don't want you getting nightmares again.
[ Said quietly, without the usual acerbic front he puts on. Truly exhaustion makes a man so vulnerable. Maybe he should just be tired all the time. ]
[ Ah. The instant stillness in the air between them becomes very apparent, and Dokja finds himself at a loss for words. There's a million ways he could misconstrue this sentiment, and a million more excuses that come to the forefront of his thoughts of why this couldn't possibly be a genuine form of care toward him of all people, but he finds that he's too exhausted to reach for any of them.
And maybe it would be nice to think that Eustace really does worry about him, as vulnerable as that feels. ]
Oh.
[ It slips past his lips before Dokja can think to stop it, and he's suddenly grateful for how dark it is in the room and that Eustace has turned away from him, because he can most definitely feel his face heat up. In a mad scramble to save the situation, Dokja hurries to say more. ]
It wasn't so bad since... [ His voice grows quieter in embarrassment. ] Well, you showed up.
And maybe it would be nice to think that Eustace really does worry about him, as vulnerable as that feels. ]
Oh.
[ It slips past his lips before Dokja can think to stop it, and he's suddenly grateful for how dark it is in the room and that Eustace has turned away from him, because he can most definitely feel his face heat up. In a mad scramble to save the situation, Dokja hurries to say more. ]
It wasn't so bad since... [ His voice grows quieter in embarrassment. ] Well, you showed up.
[ It shouldn't make him as happy as it does to hear that his presence had been somewhat relieving, but he can feel a little bit of warmth bloom in his chest regardless. It's still difficult being honest about his feelings at any given time, but the more they're accepted instead of rebuffed the easier it gets.
It's enough to make him smile in any case, a ghost of a smile that's here and then gone in a second. ]
That's what friends are for, isn't it?
[ Just two very normal friends navigating through bad dreams together. And if there was any other meaning to what happened at the very end, well.....they don't have to talk about it. Probably shouldn't talk about it now anyway, when they're both half-dead and on the verge of passing out. ]
Get some sleep. I promise I won't go anywhere.
[ He will promise not to get up and leave like an asshole this time around, and therefore Dokja won't have to kick him for it later. ]
It's enough to make him smile in any case, a ghost of a smile that's here and then gone in a second. ]
That's what friends are for, isn't it?
[ Just two very normal friends navigating through bad dreams together. And if there was any other meaning to what happened at the very end, well.....they don't have to talk about it. Probably shouldn't talk about it now anyway, when they're both half-dead and on the verge of passing out. ]
Get some sleep. I promise I won't go anywhere.
[ He will promise not to get up and leave like an asshole this time around, and therefore Dokja won't have to kick him for it later. ]
[ There goes his plan. There goes his plan entirely as soon as he hears the word friends, and there's a sudden ache in his chest and a lump in his throat that he can't explain. It's a word that he uses sparingly, if at all, and something that he'd always cowered away from, but in a surprising twist, Dokja's drawn to it now.
He thinks of all the "friends" he's lost along his journey, whether he'd meant to or not, and it's this deeply saddening thought that has him seeking comfort in a way he normally wouldn't.
So he scoots closer, crossing the small gap between them until he's curled up against Eustace's side, where Dokja then proceeds to press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Just reassurance... Just something to remind him that he's not alone despite the losses, both recent and old. And if the very tips of his fingers also come to rest against Eustace's arm in uncertainty, well, that's to keep another point of contact to make sure he doesn't leave. ]
I'll know if you do.
[ It's a half-hearted attempt at a threat, but really, it comes out sounding more desperate than anything else. There's an obvious reluctance thrumming from underneath his skin, but exhaustion finally wins out, and Dokja finds his eyes slipping closed as sleep starts to overtake him. ]
He thinks of all the "friends" he's lost along his journey, whether he'd meant to or not, and it's this deeply saddening thought that has him seeking comfort in a way he normally wouldn't.
So he scoots closer, crossing the small gap between them until he's curled up against Eustace's side, where Dokja then proceeds to press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Just reassurance... Just something to remind him that he's not alone despite the losses, both recent and old. And if the very tips of his fingers also come to rest against Eustace's arm in uncertainty, well, that's to keep another point of contact to make sure he doesn't leave. ]
I'll know if you do.
[ It's a half-hearted attempt at a threat, but really, it comes out sounding more desperate than anything else. There's an obvious reluctance thrumming from underneath his skin, but exhaustion finally wins out, and Dokja finds his eyes slipping closed as sleep starts to overtake him. ]
[ Time for him to lose another one soon. :^)
For now, they can both be reassured that the other isn't going to slip out oF bed any time soon. The weight of the blanket atop him and the warmth of another body next to him are enticing enough to keep him in place, the comfort of both already starting to drag his eyelids down.
It should be terrifying how comfortable he is here in a room that isn't his, lying next to a man he'd disliked for the longest time. Instead he just feels quietly content, with the bulk of his everpresent concerns dragged into the depths by encroaching sleepiness. Tomorrow's him, once again possessed of rational thought, will shove this night into the chest with all the rest of his questionable emotional decisions, but that's a problem for future him.
His free hand creeps up, the tips of his fingers brushing against the hand resting on his arm. Reassurance for him, or Dokja? Both, if he's honest. ]
Good night, Dokja. Sleep well.
[ He will be, against all odds, even if Dokja ends up being a kicker in his sleep. ]
For now, they can both be reassured that the other isn't going to slip out oF bed any time soon. The weight of the blanket atop him and the warmth of another body next to him are enticing enough to keep him in place, the comfort of both already starting to drag his eyelids down.
It should be terrifying how comfortable he is here in a room that isn't his, lying next to a man he'd disliked for the longest time. Instead he just feels quietly content, with the bulk of his everpresent concerns dragged into the depths by encroaching sleepiness. Tomorrow's him, once again possessed of rational thought, will shove this night into the chest with all the rest of his questionable emotional decisions, but that's a problem for future him.
His free hand creeps up, the tips of his fingers brushing against the hand resting on his arm. Reassurance for him, or Dokja? Both, if he's honest. ]
Good night, Dokja. Sleep well.
[ He will be, against all odds, even if Dokja ends up being a kicker in his sleep. ]
[ something like a rap on the door, to get dokja's attention. ]
[ ? Good thing Dokja wasn't in the middle of anything important. ]
Hello?
Hello?
[ cassian is — wound tight. the sense of him in communion the last time, when he'd been honest, had already been cold and tightly controlled. but he'd been relatively comfortable compared to now, and it shows. less that he expresses any sense of upset, even through communion, so much as by the lack of any emotion at all. resounding emptiness. ]
There's something I need help with.
There's something I need help with.
[ The unease that seeps from Cassian is reflected back in the form of concern on Dokja's end, anxiety prickling through the connection as he considers worst case scenarios. He abandons the book he'd been flipping through and sits up as he pours all of his focus on... whatever this is. ]
Did something happen?
Did something happen?
I have a lead on what happened to those former Shard-bearers.
[ he pauses, as if to take in a breath. then he corrects himself, ]
I think I have a lead. There's a group — a council, maybe, I don't know — working in the shadows of Springstar. I don't know what they're doing, but I know they're manipulating things, and I know they're somehow connected to those Bearers. And I know they're so powerful that even people in Kowloon don't dare to speak of them aloud.
[ a beat, then, ]
I can get information about them, start to find out what they're doing, but there's a cost. My informant wants something in return.
[ he pauses, as if to take in a breath. then he corrects himself, ]
I think I have a lead. There's a group — a council, maybe, I don't know — working in the shadows of Springstar. I don't know what they're doing, but I know they're manipulating things, and I know they're somehow connected to those Bearers. And I know they're so powerful that even people in Kowloon don't dare to speak of them aloud.
[ a beat, then, ]
I can get information about them, start to find out what they're doing, but there's a cost. My informant wants something in return.
[ Concern gives way to interest, their last conversation coming to the forefront of his thoughts as he considers this new information. After having settled in Springstar, he's really grown fond of the place, and to know that there's some sort of manipulative council hiding in the shadows sets alarm bells off in his head.
God, it's always something like that, isn't it.
But it's the last part that has him pause, a stretched out silence for a notable moment as he waits for the other shoe to drop, and when it doesn't, Dokja tries to ease the tension with a small, forced laugh. ]
Oh? You're really holding me in suspense here, Cassian.
God, it's always something like that, isn't it.
But it's the last part that has him pause, a stretched out silence for a notable moment as he waits for the other shoe to drop, and when it doesn't, Dokja tries to ease the tension with a small, forced laugh. ]
Oh? You're really holding me in suspense here, Cassian.
[ not so long ago, dokja had said, but i won't treat you any differently when that happens. maybe he's about to realize his mistake.
cassian doesn't laugh, doesn't make any attempt to break the tension. he's just quiet a moment, wonders if this would've been easier a matter of months ago. ]
He showed me a letter. Someone is asking for the Shard of a killed Bearer, someone they think will do well with some kind of "process." What, I don't know. They provided a list of options. [ and, bleak, ] Your name was on it.
[ — sloppy, he thinks abruptly. general draven would've had him hold a conversation like this in person, if he really had to have it at all. the option to ask, but also to silence the mark if he refuses and decides to tell others about this. cut off a potential leak at the source. better, don't ask at all — one shot in the dark is all cassian has ever needed to take down a target.
and yet, and yet, and yet. what is he even doing? ]
Drop off the Shard, and I can get my information. That's the deal.
cassian doesn't laugh, doesn't make any attempt to break the tension. he's just quiet a moment, wonders if this would've been easier a matter of months ago. ]
He showed me a letter. Someone is asking for the Shard of a killed Bearer, someone they think will do well with some kind of "process." What, I don't know. They provided a list of options. [ and, bleak, ] Your name was on it.
[ — sloppy, he thinks abruptly. general draven would've had him hold a conversation like this in person, if he really had to have it at all. the option to ask, but also to silence the mark if he refuses and decides to tell others about this. cut off a potential leak at the source. better, don't ask at all — one shot in the dark is all cassian has ever needed to take down a target.
and yet, and yet, and yet. what is he even doing? ]
Drop off the Shard, and I can get my information. That's the deal.
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