There is a wound that won’t heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it’s here. It’s here, and it’s not visiting anymore. It wants to stay.
I’ve been lying around waiting to die long enough.
I’m already there. That place is in my head.[Cassian Andor: We’ll find a place they haven’t ruined yet.]
Gets to you, doesn’t it? That’s what a reckoning sounds like. You want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. It’s when it stops, that’s when you’ll really want to start to fret.
