Cassian watches Wangji for a long few seconds, feeling the weight of the unsaid much more heavily than the words spoken.

After a moment he nods, turning his gaze to look away as if bobbing on an ocean, and fixes his look on the horizon.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says finally, warily.

“Is there anyone I should be careful of? I’ll never begrudge a man of the path he’s had to walk - we all are forced on ones we didn’t choose - but if there’s someone who would stab me over gruel rather than share it with me, I’d rather know.”