[ Rex sighs, frustrated. It's... all right. It is her fault, in a way, for not telling them, for making that assumption or, Rex suspects, simply spending time with people who don't know about her inevitable fate. It's equally as maddening that she comes from a place where the whole world knows that these young men and women are given a death sentence and the public has decided to simply stand by and let it happen. It's obscene. It's absurd. And, in Rex's experience, is absolutely what he's come to expect from people.
But in a way, it's not her fault. He hasn't told Cassandra many things himself. Things that won't apply to anyone here, things that won't catch up to him in the way Cassandra's will, but he hasn't even spoke of it to others from his own galaxy. It's too painful to speak of in a way his imminent death wouldn't be. But Cassandra's no soldier, no immortal; she's a civilian. Their relationship with death is different.
He tries to choose his words carefully. He always does. ]
We don't need to speak of it now. This isn't why I came. As you said - you've got enough on your plate. But there's never so much going on that your life isn't a priority.
[ It should be a priority. To her, if not to anyone else - but it's a priority to Rex too. He just can't understand why she would think it's not, that they'd somehow be so concerned about everything else that they'd stop caring. She may be uncomfortable with intimacy, platonic or otherwise. Fine. That's fine. But hell, she has to understand that they care whether she lives or dies. ]
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But in a way, it's not her fault. He hasn't told Cassandra many things himself. Things that won't apply to anyone here, things that won't catch up to him in the way Cassandra's will, but he hasn't even spoke of it to others from his own galaxy. It's too painful to speak of in a way his imminent death wouldn't be. But Cassandra's no soldier, no immortal; she's a civilian. Their relationship with death is different.
He tries to choose his words carefully. He always does. ]
We don't need to speak of it now. This isn't why I came. As you said - you've got enough on your plate. But there's never so much going on that your life isn't a priority.
[ It should be a priority. To her, if not to anyone else - but it's a priority to Rex too. He just can't understand why she would think it's not, that they'd somehow be so concerned about everything else that they'd stop caring. She may be uncomfortable with intimacy, platonic or otherwise. Fine. That's fine. But hell, she has to understand that they care whether she lives or dies. ]