[ he reaches out, and raps his knuckles against the glass.
and once again, the mirror vanishes. once again, the world blooms a bright, vibrant green, lush with growth. this time, cassian is ready; his reaction is more subtle, less instantaneous. amos had warned him about this, and so when he looks around it's to understand what he's seeing, not just lapse into shock. it's a jungle, as amos had said. it's a perfect match for his memories, and that's — troubling. or maybe it isn't. more likely that some magic could pull this image out of his head, than that it could reach across time and space to manifest kenari. kenari as it was, anyway.
once again, there's a voice.
and no matter how much cassian had braced himself for this possibility, when he turns to look at her — there's no bracing himself for the sight of her. every detail is achingly familiar, etched into his mind as if with dark ink. all of the blood has drained from cassian's face, as he looks at her. his eyes are wide. he's trembling, though the worst of the shaking is at his hands, reflexively curled into fists to hide it.
he tries to find his voice, fails. he swallows, then manages, ]
This was the girl we saw?
[ to amos, though he doesn't look to the other man. he can't take his eyes from her. ]
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and once again, the mirror vanishes. once again, the world blooms a bright, vibrant green, lush with growth. this time, cassian is ready; his reaction is more subtle, less instantaneous. amos had warned him about this, and so when he looks around it's to understand what he's seeing, not just lapse into shock. it's a jungle, as amos had said. it's a perfect match for his memories, and that's — troubling. or maybe it isn't. more likely that some magic could pull this image out of his head, than that it could reach across time and space to manifest kenari. kenari as it was, anyway.
once again, there's a voice.
and no matter how much cassian had braced himself for this possibility, when he turns to look at her — there's no bracing himself for the sight of her. every detail is achingly familiar, etched into his mind as if with dark ink. all of the blood has drained from cassian's face, as he looks at her. his eyes are wide. he's trembling, though the worst of the shaking is at his hands, reflexively curled into fists to hide it.
he tries to find his voice, fails. he swallows, then manages, ]
This was the girl we saw?
[ to amos, though he doesn't look to the other man. he can't take his eyes from her. ]