Cassian sobers, the afterglow ebbing into a faint chill like an echo of snowfall, like the breath of a cave gaping at his back, ready to swallow him again. "I don't either," he says quietly, and reaches up to loop both arms around Bodhi's ribs, anchoring himself. "I don't - I can't do anything, that's the shitty part, I don't get a choice or any warning or--"
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Date: 2019-10-07 03:59 am (UTC)