"I'm right here," Cassian says, a trifle nettled by both the remark and the muffled snort from inside the room. "And I am myself, it's everything else that's gone crazy."
(Though of course, to their ears, he doesn't even sound like himself, not exactly - he sounds paradoxically young, his voice more expressive and less precise. More than that: he's not a noisy presence, there at Bodhi's shoulder, but the controlled calm, the shell of stillness that's as much part of Cassian as the shape of his words and the weight of his footsteps, that's nowhere to be found.)
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Date: 2019-01-28 05:11 pm (UTC)(Though of course, to their ears, he doesn't even sound like himself, not exactly - he sounds paradoxically young, his voice more expressive and less precise. More than that: he's not a noisy presence, there at Bodhi's shoulder, but the controlled calm, the shell of stillness that's as much part of Cassian as the shape of his words and the weight of his footsteps, that's nowhere to be found.)