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her brows knit at his words—fate, the universe, the force. it’s a sentiment she’s heard countless times throughout the galaxy: everything happens for a reason. (krypton, your home planet? its destruction had a purpose! WHAT PURPOSE—MY OWN ANGUISH?) she knows whenever she’s told the concept, it’s never meant in harm or cruelty—it doesn’t stop it from sounding that way ever. the idea is laughable and in suit, a laugh escapes her mouth before she’s able to stop herself. ❝ kryptonian scholars loved that story too. makes it easier to sleep at night when you tell yourself the universe had its plan, and there was nothing you could to change it, right? ❞ she chuckles, rolling her eyes afterward. her true feelings exposed toward the viewpoint. focusing her attention on her hands, kara flexes her fingers to loosen the growing tension. ❝ honestly, fate can take credit all it wants, i don’t really care. but i don’t buy that losing once means you’re meant to lose forever. ❞ and that’s how the last fifteen years have felt.

he looked, for once, really did— as a colleague, perhaps a even friend, with cassian's own eyes stretched across the expanse of her face as she spoke, making note of each tell she gave as words were not just acknowledged, but felt by the captain. cassian didn't care much for history, these personal divulgences that turn someone from a soldier into a friend, because that's when they became a real target of the empire. THEY BECAME ANOTHER HOME, another corner in which you can etch yourself into, only for it to inevitably fall like your last. kara wore krypton like a badge of pride, WHILE KENARI WAS LOCKED AWAY, as if the mention of his home, a community who loved him, was a clandestine tale. " and what would those same scholars think of it now? " IF THEY WERE GIVEN THE CHANCE. regret seemed to usher in the moment those words left his lips— raw, unfiltered; only madmen dealt in hypotheticals, driving themselves to the brink of insanity with chance and what ifs. they couldn't, and it ended there. the simple fact of their inexistence. he shook his head, as if to scrub back his questioning, a chuckle to fill the space. " they might just tell me to go fuck myself for saying that. "

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hook, line, and sinker! she turns her head in his direction, initially surprised by the change of tune with his words. it’s not a change of song, but it is a change of tempo. (what was once on life support has finally got some life back in it.) ❝ oh? i see now: you can actually talk to me—you just choose not to. ❞ she teases, but leaves it solely at that. decides it’s better not to push her luck in the moment and rather indulge in this brief moment of shared camaraderie between them. (who knows how long it’ll last for. or before something comes through from the rebellion, requesting their immediate and urgent attention.) letting out a soft snort, kara’s shoulders meekly raise in response to his question. ❝ i fell. tripped at the very end because i was running too fast, and she made it across the finish line before me. ❞ and the following day, krypton ceased to exist, leaving a rematch impossible. kara would’ve very much liked a rematch.

HE HAD TO ADMIT, EVERYTHING ABOUT KARA'S DELIVERY PROVIDED THE PERFECT LAY-UP FOR AMUSEMENT, ENOUGH TO MAKE THE RIGHT CORNER OF HIS LIP TWITCH. as early as cassian noticed it, his reflex to tamper it down had already beat him to the punch. " what we do doesn't provide much time for talking. " not like this, nothing meaningful in the way the krypton-born woman sought for. of course, that was a faulty excuse, with hours of travel providing ample time for getting to know each other... AT LEAST, when not in the line of fire of armed spacecrafts. " there's a tale about that, i believe. " with his words only erupting after moments of pause, severing the dull whirr of the engine, a white noise that became comforting after years of exposure. " some story about fate, how you were meant to lose that day, because the universe or the force willed it so— maarva told me about it. all sounds like baantha poodoo to me. "