Cassian knew the risks of registering for a wartime draft. He knew it meant he would have to leave his life behind and march off into an undetermined fate. It’s not like he wanted to, but he had no choice. He fit all the requirements to be drafted, so he had to fill out the registration form. But he thought it would never happen. What a fool he was. Cassian cursed his past, naive self for thinking it would all be okay; for telling you it would be okay. Oh, what would you say if you saw him now? 