CASSIAN POSSESSES LITTLE PATIENCE for arrogance or braggadocio ; it seems little more than a waste of precious time, especially when those who indulge in such behavior are, in cassian’s opinion, more than often not DISAPPOINTING . he doesn’t know much about han solo and he doesn’t see ANY REASON to learn too much now, unless it becomes PERTINENT to one mission or another.
it’s only his respect for the other man’s accomplishments within the rebellion that keeps him from being as COLD as he often is – or as he wishes to be, in response to BOASTING .
❛ I do not make much time to listen to RUMORS , captain solo. I have more important demands of my time than to study the schematics of your freighter. my apologies. I imagine that will make your ship USEFUL to the cause – if it’s the truth. ❜
THE CAUSE —— if he heard that phrase one more time, he was going to be the one known for rolling his eyes. Yes, the rebellion was a good thing, he supposed (after all, it was one of the reasons why he came back). A galaxy led by the Empire, no matter what he was doing, that didn’t look good.
Though, it wasn’t just about what was GOOD for him ; no, not anymore. The friendships he made along the way, the people he now worked with, he could see it in their eyes : HOPE. A galaxy at peace, or at the very least one that gave everyone a c h a n c e ——— just maybe that vision would become reality.
But that certainly didn’t mean ‘the cause’ was all anyone around here had to talk about ?? If so, he’d die from boredom before Vader ever got to him ( yeah, not funny Solo ).
“Well then, let me be the first to tell ya that she HAS.” Hand casually reaches out to pat the Falcon’s side when —— CLUNK( large piece of durasteel falls to the floor, echoing on the cold tarmac ). Brows knit, eyes only able to s t a r e before finally meeting the other captain’s gaze one again. “I can fix that.“ The deathstar wore her out more than he thought, he supposed.
“Y’mean to tell me that you’re a CAPTAIN, yet ya haven’t heard of the Millennium Falcon??” Sandy brow arches / OFFENCE. A laugh —— devoid of humor breaks from his lips, casually leaning an arm against the cold wall ;lackadaisical as ever. Even in the midst of WAR, of the rebel life he now led, there would a l w a y s be time to brag about his girl (&& of course the skill it took to fly her).
“Well, now y’can know that this ship right here,” calloused digit points to the beaut behind him. “— did the kessel run in LESS than twelve parsecs. Just IMAGINE that.” Arrogance PRIDE contorts his features, a content sigh brushing past dry lips. “Now tell me what other ship could do that !!”
