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““Eventually Bodhi stopped talking as the path grew narrower. Cassian saw the pilot stumble and noticed the stiffness in the man’s legs—the way he bent his knees as little as possible, more so the longer the hike went on. He noticed, too, the dark bruises and the raw, scraped flesh at the base of Bodhi’s neck. These were largely concealed by the collar of his flight suit, but the rain had tamped the suit down and left them more evident than before.
“How long did Saw Gerrera’s people hold you?” Cassian called.
Bodhi flinched but kept walking. “What?”
Cassian repeated his question.
“A few days, maybe,” Bodhi said, not looking back.
Cassian thought back to the rumpled pile of a man he had found in the catacombs, malnourished and battered and deranged with trauma. Less than a day later, the man leading him through the canyons of Eadu was transparently terrified and far too eager to chat; but he was also doing his damnedest to feign normalcy on what looked likely to be a suicide mission. He was even doing a decent job of it.
Cassian laughed. It was a brief, guttural sound that seemed drowned in the rain. Bodhi did look back now, surprised and a touch alarmed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” Cassian said. Then he added, blunt and almost humbled: “Must’ve been a hell of a few days.”
Bodhi smiled—just a twitch of his lips—for the first time since Cassian had known him.””
- Alexander Freed, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
““Eventually Bodhi stopped talking as the path grew narrower. Cassian saw the pilot stumble and noticed the stiffness in the man’s legs—the way he bent his knees as little as possible, more so the longer the hike went on. He noticed, too, the dark bruises and the raw, scraped flesh at the base of Bodhi’s neck. These were largely concealed by the collar of his flight suit, but the rain had tamped the suit down and left them more evident than before.
“How long did Saw Gerrera’s people hold you?” Cassian called.
Bodhi flinched but kept walking. “What?”
Cassian repeated his question.
“A few days, maybe,” Bodhi said, not looking back.
Cassian thought back to the rumpled pile of a man he had found in the catacombs, malnourished and battered and deranged with trauma. Less than a day later, the man leading him through the canyons of Eadu was transparently terrified and far too eager to chat; but he was also doing his damnedest to feign normalcy on what looked likely to be a suicide mission. He was even doing a decent job of it.
Cassian laughed. It was a brief, guttural sound that seemed drowned in the rain. Bodhi did look back now, surprised and a touch alarmed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” Cassian said. Then he added, blunt and almost humbled: “Must’ve been a hell of a few days.”
Bodhi smiled—just a twitch of his lips—for the first time since Cassian had known him.””
- Alexander Freed, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
