mon mothma meeting cassian andor literally a transcendent experience. mon has spent the last seventeen years utterly trapped in her life, able to trust no one, fighting the long fight, frightened and alone and waiting for something to snap and when she’s just done the most direct thing she’s ever done and she knows she will in all likelihood be killed for it she meets a man whose primary trait is Making Things Happen. oh this man has been hounding your steps for the last five years? he is now dead the instant he is close enough to shoot. and suddenly all at once instead of dying or rotting in an imperial cell mon is riding away from the life that has suffocated her slowly, free and unmoored, terrified and elated and grateful all at once (her hair mussed!). and cassian…liked her speech fine.
