❝ Wherever the sword of rebellion is drawn to give man liberty ❞

[dedicateyourheart]

{ i am on the side of that rebellion }
💮 esen 💮 insu 💮

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[dedicateyourheart]

Though being among leadership himself, Esen doesn’t see a lot of Insu. It makes sense. Insu is the face of their movement. As such, he wears the biggest target on his back. In addition, of course, as the face and leader of their rebellion, Insu’s just plain busy. Even when he’s running, even if he’s hiding on worlds unknown, he’s working toward their collective goals.

On those rare occasions when Insu does risk coming to his homeworld, there are many chapters he can seek refuge with. He’s somewhat of a celebrity among the rank and file, most of them never having breathed the same air as their glorious savior, let alone sharing a meal or a conversation with him.

Esen was once like that. But the longer he’s been a part of this. The more he’s seen Insu – really seen Insu. Insu the man, not the savior, the leader, the face of the movement. Insu, the young man who works selflessly for a people who happily accept that he’s somehow a villain to them. Insu, who doesn’t sleep enough, who sometimes forgets to eat. Insu, who’s so lonely underneath his pleasant façade. So it’s been some years now that Esen has chosen to view him as a friend, not just a comrade and superior.

Esen’s smiles when Insu shows up are different from those of the people who idolize him. They’re gentler, warmer. It’s like welcoming an old friend home. Once all the fanfare’s settled and before any business can drag him away, Esen pushes through the small crow that sprung up around Insu and claps a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Welcome home, chief.”