[ his face falls like he can tell what she's feeling even though they aren't touching - but it's the sudden utter heartbreak so apparent in her face. he doesn't need to ask for clarification on just who the us is. ]
[ the rebellion forgets them, what they've done. it doesn't sound... right. not with someone like mon mothma or bail organa at the helm. but he can feel his own chest tighten anyway, because he hadn't given his life to the rebellion for notoriety, especially as a spy, but to be so evidently forgotten? again, he stops himself from reaching out to her because of whatever they have put inside his chest, but he's not sure how much longer that'll last. ]
no subject
[ the rebellion forgets them, what they've done. it doesn't sound... right. not with someone like mon mothma or bail organa at the helm. but he can feel his own chest tighten anyway, because he hadn't given his life to the rebellion for notoriety, especially as a spy, but to be so evidently forgotten? again, he stops himself from reaching out to her because of whatever they have put inside his chest, but he's not sure how much longer that'll last. ]
They told you this?