"I don't know many soldiers who don't think of themselves as bastards," says Cassian. "One way or another." But combat is different from what he does. He has to dip into the darkness on a regular basis. Too regular for comfort.
He gives Poe another careful glance, but this time he's looking for signs of the invading cold.
"I don't like how fast you're losing heat," says Cassian. "We should move to the bunk."
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"I don't know many soldiers who don't think of themselves as bastards," says Cassian. "One way or another." But combat is different from what he does. He has to dip into the darkness on a regular basis. Too regular for comfort.
He gives Poe another careful glance, but this time he's looking for signs of the invading cold.
"I don't like how fast you're losing heat," says Cassian. "We should move to the bunk."