[ it's late — ish. they're all home, they've had dinner, there's a few empty beer bottles on the coffee table. while they're not doing anything, they've all found some comfortable place in the living room to not do things together... together. daisy sprawled out across the length of the sofa, her head in illya's lap as he reads the news through his implant; jyn sitting on a barstool by the kitchen counter, tending to her herbs on the planter; cassian, in one of the chairs, pretending as if he's not actually just watching them all.
it's cozy, in a way. there's something playing on the holoscreen, though daisy can't remember who threw up the connection; a news report, some twenty-four-hour channel desperate for views, rambles on about some tragedy in a poorer area of town. it strikes a thought, and so daisy turns off the feed, a switch to silence that catches everyone's attention. ]
I'm gonna ask you a question, and I want everybody to be honest. [ no secrets. ] Has anyone here not killed a man before?
[ she kind of knows the answer already, but. it's a question worth asking. ]
no subject
it's cozy, in a way. there's something playing on the holoscreen, though daisy can't remember who threw up the connection; a news report, some twenty-four-hour channel desperate for views, rambles on about some tragedy in a poorer area of town. it strikes a thought, and so daisy turns off the feed, a switch to silence that catches everyone's attention. ]
I'm gonna ask you a question, and I want everybody to be honest. [ no secrets. ] Has anyone here not killed a man before?
[ she kind of knows the answer already, but. it's a question worth asking. ]