#* caldur & mirta.

[kovnynir]

“ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. “ [ cassian & jyn ] / “ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. “ [ teaghue & shara ] / “ oh, deimos … if it’s for you, i’d do anything! “ [ deimos & selene ] / “ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. “ [ tala & moema ] / “ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? “ [ caldur & mirta ] / “ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? “ [ bela & ahsoka ] /

“ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. “

could one blame him? memory was one of cassian’s biggest worries. ❝ i’m sorry, ❞ he muttered, running a hand through his hair. he wasn’t trying to be overly tense, but cassian was kinda always tense, so it was really no surprise. ❝ ever since everything, i... ❞ he trailed off. he probably didn’t need to elaborate. 

“ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. “

her brows furrowed. ❝ it’s been quiet... and it’s my turn on watch anyway. it’s okay though -- i can do it, i promise, ❞ she said. she wanted to be helpful! ❝ i’m just glad i’m getting something to do. ❞

“ oh, deimos … if it’s for you, i’d do anything! “

he laughed and rolled his eyes. ❝ stop that, vod. your dramatics will get you nowhere. ❞ he was very grateful for her and everything she did for him. ❝ but thanks. it’ll be a short job, i just need you to hold these parts for me while i fix this thing. ❞

“ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. “

tala nodded. ❝ fair. but it is when no one is out to get you. as the resident ex-force sensitive hunter, no one is hunting you. we haven’t been hunting force sensitives for a while. it’s not wise to walk about flaunting your abilities, but seriously. no one’s hunting you. there are much bigger fish to fry. ❞ she tossed some clothes toward the girl with a little smirk. ❝ get that imperial symbol off your body and just like that. you’ll be just another ‘whoever’ and no one will give a damn. ❞ 

“ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? “

❝ medieval? what, is that a fancy word for fucking awesome? ❞ he asked, a little confused. it wasn’t exactly the safest way to have fun, but it was what he used to do when he was a kid trying to have fun with basically no money.

“ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? “

bela pressed on her temples, the pain of being unable to feed for so long nearly killing her. it was far too much to bear and this person, though kind, wasn’t understanding. ❝ it doesn’t matter! i can’t be saved, just- just give up! ❞