It doesn't take but a second for Cassian to know who she means, what she means; Bodhi has been in his own nightmares, and Cassian is still (human? flawed?) enough that the death of a teammate, a friend, still affects him.
Bodhi was their friend, even though he can count on his fingers the number of people he's considered as such.
One arm wraps around her shoulders while the opposite hand rests against the back of her head.
"Bodhi is short for bodhisattva," he says quietly, rubbing circles into her back and holding her almost as tightly as she's holding him. "There are different kinds of them, but...there's one group, the bodhisattvas of the earth. They're born in times of conflict, to show people the way to the Truth. They agree to do this, lifetime over lifetime again, helping those they meet. He helped your father, he was the vehicle for the truth that your father loved you intensely."
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Bodhi was their friend, even though he can count on his fingers the number of people he's considered as such.
One arm wraps around her shoulders while the opposite hand rests against the back of her head.
"Bodhi is short for bodhisattva," he says quietly, rubbing circles into her back and holding her almost as tightly as she's holding him. "There are different kinds of them, but...there's one group, the bodhisattvas of the earth. They're born in times of conflict, to show people the way to the Truth. They agree to do this, lifetime over lifetime again, helping those they meet. He helped your father, he was the vehicle for the truth that your father loved you intensely."