I watched Cassian walk through the Solas common room and noticed something I had not seen in the three years I'd known him.

He looked like himself.

Not the golden boy. Not the performance. Not the armor. Himself, underneath all of it, which turned out to be someone who stood differently when he wasn't carrying the weight of his own expectations.

He wasn't checking who was watching him or adjusting his expression whenever someone approached. He simply walked through the room, acknowledged a ...