"I'm really not," Cassian says fervently. It's catching up with him now, the sheer scale of the strangeness, and he's starting to feel lightheaded. He plants his feet more firmly, before he can steady himself against not-Bodhi's shoulder out of reflex. "I'm only following about a third of this. I know Bodhi, sort of, I don't know you, I'm sorry. I don't-- I don't really get what's happening here."
God, now he's doing it. Maybe it's something in the air.
He focuses on Chirrut, to keep from thinking about any of the rest of it, on the rumpled robe and thoughtful expression. A stranger, a frankly kind of weird stranger, but a human one and not a doppelganger or a creature out of delirium. He can, he thinks, just about cope with Chirrut.
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Date: 2019-04-11 04:47 am (UTC)God, now he's doing it. Maybe it's something in the air.
He focuses on Chirrut, to keep from thinking about any of the rest of it, on the rumpled robe and thoughtful expression. A stranger, a frankly kind of weird stranger, but a human one and not a doppelganger or a creature out of delirium. He can, he thinks, just about cope with Chirrut.