Summary: Possible spoilers for Andor, beware. Karis Nemik works on his manifesto the night before the plan is finally put into action. Drabble.
Hope
He's still awake long after the fire's gone out, anxiety churning in his gut and making him restless. He decides to make use of the time, to work on his manifesto.
What are rebellions built on, he wonders?
Anger. Vengeance. A common enemy. Trust. That's what the others would say.
But Clem? Karis glances over at the slumbering mercenary.
He's not sure what he'd say, what he's hoping for. It can't just be for the money. There's something else that he's hoping for.
Oh.
And that's it, isn't it? Hope.
Karis Nemik smiles.
Rebellions, he writes, are built on hope.