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008 ─────────────── NARKINA 5
Cassian Andor suffers in silence.
He has boarded the ship bound towards the planet of Narkina 5 without seeing the face of Eris Krennic one last time. Now, his hands are restrained to the seat, holding him in place uncomfortably. His shoes are laying on the floor, discarded with all the other prisoners on board. For all the crimes he's actually committed, how is it he's being sent to prison for genuinely doing nothing? It would be laughable if Cassian felt like laughing. The ride is long but Cassian thinks of anything but where he's heading. So much is on his mind. All he's left behind, and her. Eris. He has no idea where she's going—but, Cassian is willing to search the whole galaxy for her: Leda Castor they'll call her. No. He knows her. His Eris Krennic. His little ember in all this terrifying shrouded darkness.
Cassian lays his head back as their journey continues, just the constant shake of the ship and the whir of fluorescent lights above his eyes keep him steady. He feels his shoulders ache as they beg to move positions, but his hands are stuck—just another thing to add to the list of endless things making him uncomfortable. He's barefoot, he's hyperaware of how tight his pants are at the calves, and his hands can't be comfortable without being clenched into white knuckled fists—it's beginning to hurt.
