The tug of fabric away from her chest draws her eyes towards him with urgency and concern , forces a tiny gasp to suck in through her lips. It's an action that carries far more weight than the simple request for attention - she feels his desperation, feels his fear, feels his need. After the initial concern wears off, her expressions softens all the further, until there isn't a single jagged, sharpened edge on her.
"No one has to do anything," she replies, adding only enough conviction to her voice to show she men's what she says. "No one has to take of someone else. No one has to kill someone else. But those things happen. He made a choice to take care of you." Whatever strength she had when she first started speaking has slowly begun to wane, and something in her realizes how much she's projecting her own loss of Cassian onto what Kira is feeling.
"I've lost more people than I've given a number to. They all died in the line of fire, killed by someone or something else." She tilts her head, wraps his hand up against her chest with both of hers. "Starting with my parents, on and on until the last moment before I came here. I joined that group, before I showed up here. Killed by something else, as the result of someone else's hand pulling a trigger or flipping a switch or what have you." She pauses, considering him. "I don't know if there's a reason to be given for it, to explain it beyond the fact that .. they died. I died. That's it. I don't know if there's some bigger reason."
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"No one has to do anything," she replies, adding only enough conviction to her voice to show she men's what she says. "No one has to take of someone else. No one has to kill someone else. But those things happen. He made a choice to take care of you." Whatever strength she had when she first started speaking has slowly begun to wane, and something in her realizes how much she's projecting her own loss of Cassian onto what Kira is feeling.
"I've lost more people than I've given a number to. They all died in the line of fire, killed by someone or something else." She tilts her head, wraps his hand up against her chest with both of hers. "Starting with my parents, on and on until the last moment before I came here. I joined that group, before I showed up here. Killed by something else, as the result of someone else's hand pulling a trigger or flipping a switch or what have you." She pauses, considering him. "I don't know if there's a reason to be given for it, to explain it beyond the fact that .. they died. I died. That's it. I don't know if there's some bigger reason."