[Cassian nods, like hearing the words might be what he needed. He didn't really know what he needed, but the warmth of the arm under his hand and those words seemed close enough.
And yet, he's unsettled all over again with what Jezebel's question easily implies.]
After? [As far as he knew, 'after' would be a simple box in a shallow grave, if they even bothered that much. Maybe the Cardmaster would send his body in to Dr. Zenopia for experiments. That sounded just as likely.]
no subject
And yet, he's unsettled all over again with what Jezebel's question easily implies.]
After? [As far as he knew, 'after' would be a simple box in a shallow grave, if they even bothered that much. Maybe the Cardmaster would send his body in to Dr. Zenopia for experiments. That sounded just as likely.]
Why? What happened after?