Cassian sat at the far end of the bar, his posture loose but overall heavy. He was carrying a weight no one could see. His jacked was lightly creased showing small signs of wear, the insignia of House Abrantes medallion glimmered in the faint light of the bar. In front of him, a half-empty glass of amber whiskey, the surface of it trembling slightly each time he set it down. The hum of conversation and clink of glasses filled the room. Nothing reached him though, no words, or anything else for that matter.
At least not right now, the aftermath of his choices had brought more doubt than he could have known. It seemed so simple a choice to do. For his house, for his family.
She was the best of them....
He had to keep telling himself that. It was the only way to dull the pain of the consequences his choices left upon him.
She was the best of us....
Cassian smiled as he took a drink from the glass and set it down on the bar top.
There he is...
That's him...
Ah....there it is again. The whispers, now they seemed to pierce him more coldly at this very moment. He never really frequented places like this, not too often.
But now, he chose to be here.....
The former General wanted to hear them, wanted to hear the rumors. What they were saying, who could he trust fully now. It was a moment like this when those he fought beside, he would learn of their true colors. There was many he gave his life to rescue from the field, their lives he saved and this is how they showed their character.
He raised the glass and took another sip.
Was he any better though? While he was here....looking for a fight.
His eyes stayed fixed on the drink, as if searching for answers in the swirl of its contents, his posture and presence kept anyone from asking questions or engaging. Outside life continued to go on as it did any other day. On the inside he sat in his own quiet war.
At least not right now, the aftermath of his choices had brought more doubt than he could have known. It seemed so simple a choice to do. For his house, for his family.
She was the best of them....
He had to keep telling himself that. It was the only way to dull the pain of the consequences his choices left upon him.
She was the best of us....
Cassian smiled as he took a drink from the glass and set it down on the bar top.
There he is...
That's him...
Ah....there it is again. The whispers, now they seemed to pierce him more coldly at this very moment. He never really frequented places like this, not too often.
But now, he chose to be here.....
The former General wanted to hear them, wanted to hear the rumors. What they were saying, who could he trust fully now. It was a moment like this when those he fought beside, he would learn of their true colors. There was many he gave his life to rescue from the field, their lives he saved and this is how they showed their character.
He raised the glass and took another sip.
Was he any better though? While he was here....looking for a fight.
His eyes stayed fixed on the drink, as if searching for answers in the swirl of its contents, his posture and presence kept anyone from asking questions or engaging. Outside life continued to go on as it did any other day. On the inside he sat in his own quiet war.
