You could still feel it, the blood coating your hands, and still see how the life slipped from their eyes by your will.

You’d never killed before. Until a few hours ago.

You had to do it, to keep yourself and those you love safe. Still, though, you can’t stop the feeling, not even when you’re home in Velaris.

It only ebbs briefly whenever you glance at Cassian, who currently watches you; his eyes glimmering with worry.

“I’m here if you need to talk, you know.” He says gently, so soft.