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Oct. 30th, 2021 10:33 pmCassian woke up to static, that didn't make sense. When he opened his eyes, he thought he saw something shining in the darkness. He turned on the light, reaching for the blaster by this bed, and saw someone sitting in the shadows.
"You heard me," The voice was familiar and thready.
Cassian sat up with a gasp, he hated Milliways, "CT-473? No, Twist. How are you here?"
"Over the comms, you heard me. You remembered me. I didn't want to be forgotten. I can be here for a night," The clone, Twist, leaned slightly into the light. He had a tattoo curling down his face, it looked like it might be hiding a scar.
"W.what do you like to eat?" His father had been here before, this man was a strange but also not. He could keep remembering. After all, he'd never forgotten that night.
"Eat? Anything other than rations." Twist laughed, seeming surprised at the sound and watching the blaster in Cassian's hand.
Cassian set the blaster down and leaned against the wall, nodding his head to the ofrenda on a shelf. No images as he didn't have any but flowers and food for those he'd lost, "There's a tradition on my planet of setting out food for the dead, what they liked."
Twist stood up and Cassian could see his flight suit, not too different, but it hadn't been that long. Not even twenty years since the end of the Clone Wars, it just felt like parsecs away.
"Is this hot chocolate?"
"Yes, my father liked it," And Cassian still made it with his recipe.
"Palm fruit, always liked when I could get that on leave. They sometimes fried it up at 79s," Gently Twist touched one of the petals on the ofrenda and nodded. "Yes, leave some palm fruit for me."
Cassian blinked and the room was empty. He shivered and stood up to make himself something warm to drink.
"You heard me," The voice was familiar and thready.
Cassian sat up with a gasp, he hated Milliways, "CT-473? No, Twist. How are you here?"
"Over the comms, you heard me. You remembered me. I didn't want to be forgotten. I can be here for a night," The clone, Twist, leaned slightly into the light. He had a tattoo curling down his face, it looked like it might be hiding a scar.
"W.what do you like to eat?" His father had been here before, this man was a strange but also not. He could keep remembering. After all, he'd never forgotten that night.
"Eat? Anything other than rations." Twist laughed, seeming surprised at the sound and watching the blaster in Cassian's hand.
Cassian set the blaster down and leaned against the wall, nodding his head to the ofrenda on a shelf. No images as he didn't have any but flowers and food for those he'd lost, "There's a tradition on my planet of setting out food for the dead, what they liked."
Twist stood up and Cassian could see his flight suit, not too different, but it hadn't been that long. Not even twenty years since the end of the Clone Wars, it just felt like parsecs away.
"Is this hot chocolate?"
"Yes, my father liked it," And Cassian still made it with his recipe.
"Palm fruit, always liked when I could get that on leave. They sometimes fried it up at 79s," Gently Twist touched one of the petals on the ofrenda and nodded. "Yes, leave some palm fruit for me."
Cassian blinked and the room was empty. He shivered and stood up to make himself something warm to drink.
