SLEEP ELUDED HIM. With every blink Jedha crumbled before him ; the cries of his peers, his f a m i l y echoing, shattering him. In the dark of the night, it mattered not the mission Galen had for him / what made Bodhi Rook so special ?? To LIVE when so many others had not ?? Seemed like a poorly timed joke. Then there was SCARIF, the detonator. The pilot may have long ago memorized the map before him : the mission that lay before him in the morning. Yet there he sat in former silence, studying with a new eye ; circles encompassing reddening orbs.
WORRY continued to plague his features, Despite Wedge’s clear stare, he knew how it difficult it could be to escape, to have a DREAM follow you in your wake, to not quite understand what was real && what was not. A hesitant hand reaches out to squeeze the other pilot’s arm / REASSURANCE.
Bodhi has found humor difficult, yet he musters up a grin nonetheless. “N-No, it’s fine.” A mere whisper, deep breath in && o u t. “It just —— didn’t sound like a place you wanted to stay in.” A grave nod, hands tap along the edges of his holopad. “Does it ——” Hesitation, the former IMPERIAL always unsure of his place. “Does it uh, happen often ??” ★☆★ @pilotcorellian // con’t
