[ He thought he had been lost before, but when Claire confirms that she had, indeed, been talking about time travel not just in her world, but in this one here too, Cassian feels his mind reel. More questions than answers begin to swirl in his mind - if that's the case, could he be sent back in his time? Is there a way he could have tried harder, done something, anything, to get Maarva to leave with him to Niamos? Had one more day with her, escaped sooner, been there as she had drawn her last breath and become stone?
Before he can venture too far into his grief and guilt, the arrival of their order appears and what Claire had said about portals calls to something else. Hyperspace. It wasn't exactly the same thing. But it was a means of getting from one place to another, of molecular displacement that even the brightest minds struggled to grasp. ]
Maybe.
[ He offers a nod to the waiter as they place the food between them. Without prompting he reaches for the tea pot to fill Claire's cup first before his own. ]
I was on a ship before this, but the person I was with didn't end up here with me.
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Before he can venture too far into his grief and guilt, the arrival of their order appears and what Claire had said about portals calls to something else. Hyperspace. It wasn't exactly the same thing. But it was a means of getting from one place to another, of molecular displacement that even the brightest minds struggled to grasp. ]
Maybe.
[ He offers a nod to the waiter as they place the food between them. Without prompting he reaches for the tea pot to fill Claire's cup first before his own. ]
I was on a ship before this, but the person I was with didn't end up here with me.