He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated movement. "Well then, I'll be a good smuggler. I'll only smuggle contraband away from the Empire and other really bad people." Krennic flashed a sardonic smile. "Gotta make a living somehow, don't I? And what else would you propose I do instead of work for the Rebellion?"
But his expression faded into a quiet frown at Cassian's words. "You're a survivor, aren't you? You've made it this far. Chin up, Captain Andor. You just might be one of the lucky ones, end up seeing the light at the end of the tunnel." His smile this time was crooked, bordering on bittersweet. "It's people like me who don't deserve to live to see the end of it. If we're being entirely truthful here, I don't think there's a place for me in that peaceful world. I barely belong where I am at the moment."
Cassian remained quiet for a while, once more studying his drink as if it held all the secrets of the universe. This talk had turned far more personal that he'd counted on when he came here to check up on Krennic. If he'd known it would come to this, he would have told him to go ahead and shoot Baze and Chirrut.
But now here he was, and he only had himself to blame for steering the conversation this way. "I don't know if anybody truly belongs here. Our people who belong in the military don't belong in a rebellion, and the ones who fit in rebelling make terrible soldiers." He caught his gaze and leaned forward slightly, elbows propped up on his thighs. "Maybe you're not here because you want to be, or deserve to, but you're here, that will have to be good enough for now." Cassian snorted, and emptied his glass in one gulp. "In peace men like us become an embarrassing secret of more desperate, dirtier times."
This turn of conversation hadn't exactly been his own idea, thank you very much. But once they had been steered in this direction... he couldn't help but be curious. He had heard the stories and the rumors surrounding Captain Andor, and looking at them, he believed at least most of them to be true. Still, the younger man was not a very easy man to read.
He rolled his eyes lightly at Cassian's words. "Well aren't you just a natural at giving the motivational speeches, then? Thanks for that." Sarcastic, of course. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll still hold out for coming out on the other side of this war in one piece - and if there's no end in sight, at the very least there could be a slow to this fighting, once the people in charge are gone." Take out the Emperor, anyway, and he could foresee the Imperials scattering, at least for a time. "Then the Rebellion won't have to worry about me and all my dirty little secrets any longer."
Cassian gave an amused snort at Krennic's quip about his motivational speeches, and tried to get some last drops out of his empty glass just so he could hide his grin.
But when Krennic continued, he rolled his eyes, though a hint of amusement remained in his eyes, and kept them soft. "Oh yes, I'm sure you've only got the comfort of the rebellion in mind." He leaned back, his eyes on some vague point in the distance. "Fine, I'll play. If I survived the war, I think I would keep doing mostly what I do now. I would like to do less of the missions that stay with you after they're done, but I would still be in Intelligence. It's the only thing I'm good at, and," he hesitated for a moment, "I suppose I do enjoy the thrill of a successful mission."
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But his expression faded into a quiet frown at Cassian's words. "You're a survivor, aren't you? You've made it this far. Chin up, Captain Andor. You just might be one of the lucky ones, end up seeing the light at the end of the tunnel." His smile this time was crooked, bordering on bittersweet. "It's people like me who don't deserve to live to see the end of it. If we're being entirely truthful here, I don't think there's a place for me in that peaceful world. I barely belong where I am at the moment."
btw, what's his rank?
But now here he was, and he only had himself to blame for steering the conversation this way. "I don't know if anybody truly belongs here. Our people who belong in the military don't belong in a rebellion, and the ones who fit in rebelling make terrible soldiers." He caught his gaze and leaned forward slightly, elbows propped up on his thighs. "Maybe you're not here because you want to be, or deserve to, but you're here, that will have to be good enough for now." Cassian snorted, and emptied his glass in one gulp. "In peace men like us become an embarrassing secret of more desperate, dirtier times."
i was just thinking captain?
He rolled his eyes lightly at Cassian's words. "Well aren't you just a natural at giving the motivational speeches, then? Thanks for that." Sarcastic, of course. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll still hold out for coming out on the other side of this war in one piece - and if there's no end in sight, at the very least there could be a slow to this fighting, once the people in charge are gone." Take out the Emperor, anyway, and he could foresee the Imperials scattering, at least for a time. "Then the Rebellion won't have to worry about me and all my dirty little secrets any longer."
sorry for the late reply!
But when Krennic continued, he rolled his eyes, though a hint of amusement remained in his eyes, and kept them soft. "Oh yes, I'm sure you've only got the comfort of the rebellion in mind." He leaned back, his eyes on some vague point in the distance. "Fine, I'll play. If I survived the war, I think I would keep doing mostly what I do now. I would like to do less of the missions that stay with you after they're done, but I would still be in Intelligence. It's the only thing I'm good at, and," he hesitated for a moment, "I suppose I do enjoy the thrill of a successful mission."