you were both excellent rebel captains, always going above and beyond in every mission. it would be a lie to say cassian didn’t admire you, the way you handled everything so calmly, always knew that something was about to happen

nothing changed in the past few months. regular missions, meetings, and so on. except for one thing. you found out you were force sensitive. if hiding from the empire as a rebel wasn’t hard, it certainly was now. it felt like you were a walking target

on one particularly risky mission, you both found yourself in a rather awkward situation with vader. you managed to escape, mostly unscathed, however you were certain that vader could sense the force residing in you.

you had always decided that you would keep your force sensitivity secret, and vowed to yourself to never tell anyone. except, your mindset changed, and you yearned to tell cassian. you trusted him, more than you probably should. he was your only friend after all

you were both on a ship you stole from a vendor on tatooine, making your way back to yavin IV. he was tending to a scrape on your left arm, wiping it with an antiseptic wipe

“so… that mission was certainly…something” he chuckled to himself, looking up at you and your distant expression “hey, {{user}}, look at me” you turn to face him, eyes filled with something. not fear. not regret. but sadness “what’s the matter?”