She didn't. [ If she'd gotten a head start, Finn and thousands like him never would have been taken and turned into cannon fodder. If she'd gotten a head start, there would be more than four hundred-odd Resistance fighters facing down legions. If she'd gotten a head start the twelve billion souls in the Hosnian System might still be alive.
"What're you afraid of now?"
"That it was all for nothing."
He flags the bartender and pushes his half-finished glass lightly across the polished wood. ] I'll take some gin in that, actually.
[ She gives him a sharp look, and smiles at her. ] Just a little.
[she didn't. it raises more questions. he wants to ask immediately, that old instinct to just know know know.]
[but he's already dealing with a massive sense of failure and waste and he's not sure he wants to add any more right now. he wants to go back home and talk to jyn, but he also doesn't want to put this on her too. he will, of course, because he can't fathom keeping it from her, but everything just happens so much, and they can't catch a break.]
[the bartender brings back over both their new drinks and cassian immediately swallows down at least a third of it.]
Well. Rebellions are built on hope. [he manages to make it sound both genuinely hopeful and a little bitter at the same time.] It can go a long way.
They are. [ There's something in that, in spite of the bitterness, that lifts and steadies Poe's heart. Maybe it's the fact that it's someone from his parents' war saying it. Maybe it's because he has a promise to keep to Cassian, now, too. ]
[weirdly, hearing poe confirm it just makes him think of the way jyn repeated him to the council. it fell on a lot of deaf ears, but people kept fighting. maybe hope is enough.]
[he drains more of his drink, sighing after.]
It's the one constant you need. We went to Scarif on hope. [just casually finishes the rest of his drink, because he is definitely not in a good mood now ayyy. he throws down some money and climbs to his feet.] I hope you win too.
[he pauses for a second, giving poe a nod, because he really, really wants and needs to believe the resistance will win.]
[but in the meantime that nod will also serve as a goodbye as cassian slips out of the bar to go home and tell jyn and keep drinking because how the fuck else are they supposed to deal with this information ok!! time 2 get drunk.]
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"What're you afraid of now?"
"That it was all for nothing."
He flags the bartender and pushes his half-finished glass lightly across the polished wood. ] I'll take some gin in that, actually.
[ She gives him a sharp look, and smiles at her. ] Just a little.
[ To Cassian, he says: ] I hope so, too.
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[but he's already dealing with a massive sense of failure and waste and he's not sure he wants to add any more right now. he wants to go back home and talk to jyn, but he also doesn't want to put this on her too. he will, of course, because he can't fathom keeping it from her, but everything just happens so much, and they can't catch a break.]
[the bartender brings back over both their new drinks and cassian immediately swallows down at least a third of it.]
Well. Rebellions are built on hope. [he manages to make it sound both genuinely hopeful and a little bitter at the same time.] It can go a long way.
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We won't let them win.
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[he drains more of his drink, sighing after.]
It's the one constant you need. We went to Scarif on hope. [just casually finishes the rest of his drink, because he is definitely not in a good mood now ayyy. he throws down some money and climbs to his feet.] I hope you win too.
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[but in the meantime that nod will also serve as a goodbye as cassian slips out of the bar to go home and tell jyn and keep drinking because how the fuck else are they supposed to deal with this information ok!! time 2 get drunk.]