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notallofus) wrote2018-07-12 10:03 pm
notallofus) wrote2018-07-12 10:03 pm
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After the hallway fight, like right after
It helps, a little, that, as they turn off the main corridor of the command ship, the door opens up into somewhere that's not full of military types.
But it's still a problem.
Kanan can feel his neck muscles tightening, his stomach clenching down with the weight of bad memories. He hates being at odds with Hera, hates it utterly, but --
But this --
He can't be okay with this. He wouldn't know how, even if he wanted to try. (And he doesn't want to try at all.)
Maybe Hera can tell, because she doesn't make a move to stop him, keeping pace with him as he strides through the cantina part, and out the back door.
Kanan only starts slowing down when they reach the far edge of the lake, taking a deep breath and turning around. Finally.
He still hasn't figured out what he wants to say.
But it's still a problem.
Kanan can feel his neck muscles tightening, his stomach clenching down with the weight of bad memories. He hates being at odds with Hera, hates it utterly, but --
But this --
He can't be okay with this. He wouldn't know how, even if he wanted to try. (And he doesn't want to try at all.)
Maybe Hera can tell, because she doesn't make a move to stop him, keeping pace with him as he strides through the cantina part, and out the back door.
Kanan only starts slowing down when they reach the far edge of the lake, taking a deep breath and turning around. Finally.
He still hasn't figured out what he wants to say.
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It's different now. Just a little.
Just enough.
He'll only move to let go once they reach the front door, and the Phoenix Home beyond.