In a way it does help. As he listens, with rising incredulity, Cassian can feel reality steadying under his feet, grounding him in what he knows for truth. He listens quietly until Bodhi's finished, and then he says, with absolute confidence, "No. That's not me."
He has no way of knowing that it's the same voice, the same level, clear-eyed look, that's lied to Bodhi before; but his grip relaxes a little, and his free hand comes up without his thinking about it to settle over Bodhi's, running a thumb over his knuckles in gentle counterpoint.
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Date: 2018-11-22 06:29 am (UTC)He has no way of knowing that it's the same voice, the same level, clear-eyed look, that's lied to Bodhi before; but his grip relaxes a little, and his free hand comes up without his thinking about it to settle over Bodhi's, running a thumb over his knuckles in gentle counterpoint.