IC Inbox - Piraeus

[doandordie]

"Just leave a message."

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[bodhing]

[Words are failing Bodhi. He was never good at this sort of thing, and it's even harder with Cassian sharing so much more information. The additional context explains a lot, and there's a bit of a hopeless feeling now. There's not really a fix to this, not that Bodhi can think of.

No droid is ever going to be the same, much as one person can never truly replace another. If only it were possible-- Bodhi stops himself at that thought. If only because there's no point in following that line of thought.

Even suggesting it would be cruel.]

I have some cookies that will go with the tea. [He's flying blind here, really. But food will help, surely. Pushing away from the table, he fetches a tin from the cabinet and brings it over, returning to his seat.]

[doandordie]

[It's almost a relief when Bodhi doesn't press further, and doesn't seem inclined to push. Cassian has said more or less all he is willing to on the matter. He's never really been one to share readily, or much. He was an intelligence officer. Keeping his ears open and his mouth shut was his life.

He doesn't watch Bodhi leave, or follow his movements, staring at the table distantly instead. When the other man returns, he takes one of the cookies, and bites off a piece of it before coming back from the distant lands of his memory.]

This is good tea.