[ Part of him expects to see some sort of sheepish embarrassment. Instead unabashed enthusiasm remains. He doesn't know why he feels an odd sense of pride well up like a spring in his chest. Or rather he does know, because of what they had just gone through, but when he peels that back, he finds it doesn't matter.
Someone's passions for a hobby, for an art, had been something he can never say that he's experienced himself. There had never been a moment for him to explore that because every waking moment was spent trying to survive. Anything else felt like a luxury he couldn't afford. So to see this in front him - he's glad that she isn't the same as him in that regard. ]
You will. [ There's a sincerity to his voice. ] I don't doubt that.
[ As he says it, another layer of quiet conviction settles on top of what already exists. They would find a way home for those that wanted to go home. They would. As for Antoni -
Cassian's gaze goes to the bantha whose soulful brown eyes stare back at him. He offers his own gentle pat. ]
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Someone's passions for a hobby, for an art, had been something he can never say that he's experienced himself. There had never been a moment for him to explore that because every waking moment was spent trying to survive. Anything else felt like a luxury he couldn't afford. So to see this in front him - he's glad that she isn't the same as him in that regard. ]
You will. [ There's a sincerity to his voice. ] I don't doubt that.
[ As he says it, another layer of quiet conviction settles on top of what already exists. They would find a way home for those that wanted to go home. They would. As for Antoni -
Cassian's gaze goes to the bantha whose soulful brown eyes stare back at him. He offers his own gentle pat. ]
He will if you want him to.