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"YOU'RE showing indications of stress," K-2 declared from his position beside Cassian in the cockpit. "You should be careful — you're a much worse pilot when you're stressed."
"Really?" Cassian asked dryly, "What gave it away?"
"You overcorrected with the throttle control," K-2 pointed out. Cassian repressed the urge to roll his eyes as his droids static nature. "Perhaps we should let —"
"I can fly my own ship," Cassian finished the sentence before K-2 could even mention her name. They both knew that compared to Kitra Cassian's piloting skills were mediocre at best. But Cassian had too much pride to admit that now.
It didn't take a genius to know that Cassian was furious at the youngest Erso sister. She had openly argued with him in front of the entire crew, and on top of that pointed out the one thing that Cassian had been denying for as long as he'd been with the Rebellion; Cassian Andor was a puppet. He was doing exactly what General Draven had asked him to do on Yavin IV.
He was going to find Galen, and he was going to kill him ... behind Kitra's back.
From he beginning Kit thought the mission was to bring Galen back for trial. Draven had convinced Cassian to keep her in the dark, to protect her from the truth. But Cassian knew as well as anyone that Kit didn't need protecting from the truth. He just didn't tell her because he was scared of what she might do if she found out.
Kitra Erso was an inferno. She had been since the second he'd met her. But unless she was controlled, Kit would burn them all.
"We're approaching Eadu," K-2 said. "Exiting hyperspace in four minutes."
Cassian sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through the dark strands of hair falling over his forehead. "Get Bodhi, I want his eyes on the landing zone."
