"Let's give it a go. Any other details on Breagle?" Whatever Cassian could absorb was one less trap to fall into if quizzed.
Cassian took a moment to look at Kay. Their partnership was, he had to remind himself, mutually beneficial. Under the auspices of Cassian's "ownership", Kay… well… could not just hold a position and have certain access, but could have a continuous existence, at all. Not constantly repossessed and reprogrammed or slagged for parts. An existence Kay hopefully liked, too. He hadn't even been a fully realized individual while slaved to the Empire's programming. Cassian had to remind himself of these things… because he often felt like he'd just conscripted Kay to himself, instead; swapped himself in for the Empire. There were… differences, of course. But… When Kay did so much for him, made so many things possible, and how much did Cassian really do, back…?
Cassian tried to never express these thoughts to Kay. Not that Kay couldn't guess or extrapolate. Especially when, once or twice, when Cassian's cover identity had made it impossible for him to get out of taking intoxicants, and another time when he'd been straight-up dosed; he'd said something after all.
Right now, again in light of whatever they'd gone through, Cassian said something, again. Just facts, this time. He murmured, "If you weren't here, I'd probably have to live on the streets for a month." …But still: gratitude.
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Cassian took a moment to look at Kay. Their partnership was, he had to remind himself, mutually beneficial. Under the auspices of Cassian's "ownership", Kay… well… could not just hold a position and have certain access, but could have a continuous existence, at all. Not constantly repossessed and reprogrammed or slagged for parts. An existence Kay hopefully liked, too. He hadn't even been a fully realized individual while slaved to the Empire's programming. Cassian had to remind himself of these things… because he often felt like he'd just conscripted Kay to himself, instead; swapped himself in for the Empire. There were… differences, of course. But… When Kay did so much for him, made so many things possible, and how much did Cassian really do, back…?
Cassian tried to never express these thoughts to Kay. Not that Kay couldn't guess or extrapolate. Especially when, once or twice, when Cassian's cover identity had made it impossible for him to get out of taking intoxicants, and another time when he'd been straight-up dosed; he'd said something after all.
Right now, again in light of whatever they'd gone through, Cassian said something, again. Just facts, this time. He murmured, "If you weren't here, I'd probably have to live on the streets for a month." …But still: gratitude.