[under the careful, trained eye of saw gerrera, jyn had become a fighter — and she hadn't stopped being one, even long after he'd abandoned her to fend for herself. no, that'd only reinforced the need to keep doing it, just to earn her right to exist. but it's exhausting after a while, after years, and eventually, all fires burn out. (if she's honest with herself, hers had been flickering on ashes even before the twenty-year sentence on wobani that would've killed her in around five.)
eventually, there comes a point when the fighting, no matter how intense, reaches its natural conclusion.
and here, now, there's hardly anything to fight in what's being said to her. there's no pushback, for one, no fuel for any last sputtering flames, but that's not what has her eyes falling away, her throat visibly going tight. because —
in her mind, she sees the faces of dozens, willing to stand and fight when the council would only consider surrender. hears her own words, echoing back to her: "i'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad." there's the smile of a ghost, leaning in close. there's —
("welcome home")
— a man broken and beaten and bloodied, but had still come back when no one else had.
(someone who'll help you.)
a long moment passes before she speaks again.]
And you're so sure Zima's the one who'll help you?
[there's doubt in her tone, more than a hint of it, but her attempt to sound derisive again is as hollow as she feels.]
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eventually, there comes a point when the fighting, no matter how intense, reaches its natural conclusion.
and here, now, there's hardly anything to fight in what's being said to her. there's no pushback, for one, no fuel for any last sputtering flames, but that's not what has her eyes falling away, her throat visibly going tight. because —
in her mind, she sees the faces of dozens, willing to stand and fight when the council would only consider surrender. hears her own words, echoing back to her: "i'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad." there's the smile of a ghost, leaning in close. there's —
("welcome home")
— a man broken and beaten and bloodied, but had still come back when no one else had.
(someone who'll help you.)
a long moment passes before she speaks again.]
And you're so sure Zima's the one who'll help you?
[there's doubt in her tone, more than a hint of it, but her attempt to sound derisive again is as hollow as she feels.]