[ Cassian hasn’t lived his life by playing nice for the sake of playing nice. He’s had a nose for trouble, a fire to defy ever since he had witnessed the destruction wrought on Kenari. It was only after that that he had begun to crystallize the feelings that had sat dormant in the pit of his belly for years until he could no longer ignore it. 

But he understands that the rules are somewhat different here. Disagreeing with the Summoned is one thing - but to make enemies of them would make it vastly difficult for them to get home or to stay here if their lives here were better than what they had at home. From what he could tell, the ones that he knew, were for the Summoned through and through. And that didn’t count for nothing. 

And maybe because there’s a kindred spirit in Merrin, a quiet distaste that he can sense from her regarding the state of their galaxy, because she is in some ways, his only tie to home, that he relents. ]

What happened to us should never have happened. I don’t like that this world's magic can twist and effect us in ways like that and we’re none the wiser. How do we know it won’t happen again? That all of our history and memories can’t be taken from us? The factions apologized to us but they’re just as complicit as whatever gods or magic exists here. We’re just pawns. Objects for them to play with.