Make no mistake, Bodhi doesn't want Djem anywhere near any of this bullshit, but the thought of one child out there in the universe somewhere without the other is...wrong. Everything about this is wrong.
He makes an incoherent noise, something meant to be comforting, apologetic. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all, but what if Cassian ran into this Other Nephele at some point? Better to be braced for it, right?
"No, no, I don't think he was," he shushes, sweeping his touch from the crown of Cassian's head to the knob between his shoulderblades and back again. "The opposite, almost. I think he knows he's--that we're scared."
"He admitted we were all there with him. The other us'es. I knew that, but he didn't know that I knew, right, so that was a nice piece of truth." There's that noise again, the soft apologetic one. "He mostly asked about us, the kids, K. To keep from having to answer questions about himself, I'd guess, but we worked on some sign language. He...doesn't seem to want to scare the kids, if we can help it."
Then, hushed, "I don't think he was ever a kid. I think this war he's in has been going on a very long time." Bodhi pulls Cassian to him by all points of contact, digs knobby fingers in a little too hard, as if to wring away the might-have-beens of his own childhood and the realities that apparently exist somewhere out there in an infinite multiverse.
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Date: 2019-10-09 06:06 am (UTC)He makes an incoherent noise, something meant to be comforting, apologetic. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all, but what if Cassian ran into this Other Nephele at some point? Better to be braced for it, right?
"No, no, I don't think he was," he shushes, sweeping his touch from the crown of Cassian's head to the knob between his shoulderblades and back again. "The opposite, almost. I think he knows he's--that we're scared."
"He admitted we were all there with him. The other us'es. I knew that, but he didn't know that I knew, right, so that was a nice piece of truth." There's that noise again, the soft apologetic one. "He mostly asked about us, the kids, K. To keep from having to answer questions about himself, I'd guess, but we worked on some sign language. He...doesn't seem to want to scare the kids, if we can help it."
Then, hushed, "I don't think he was ever a kid. I think this war he's in has been going on a very long time." Bodhi pulls Cassian to him by all points of contact, digs knobby fingers in a little too hard, as if to wring away the might-have-beens of his own childhood and the realities that apparently exist somewhere out there in an infinite multiverse.