[ he waits, a patient and careful listener. the sympathy on his face as her story goes on isn't pity; it's more like understanding. cassian keeps stumbling on more and more reasons they're alike; their mothers dying in front of them evidently another. ]
[ it explains her visceral reaction to being there, the way she stared at the grass, the desperate run through the foothills to the cave. no wonder she wanted to leave. he wishes again that there was no empathy bond, because he just wants to reach for her again. i understand he wants to tell her. ]
I am sorry, Jyn. [ his voice is soft against her steel, but it's not an attempt to quell the sound. his mother might have died on fest, but at least it wasn't in their own home. both of their home planets, stained literally by death. ] I do not know how it always manages to feel so long ago and so recent at once.
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[ it explains her visceral reaction to being there, the way she stared at the grass, the desperate run through the foothills to the cave. no wonder she wanted to leave. he wishes again that there was no empathy bond, because he just wants to reach for her again. i understand he wants to tell her. ]
I am sorry, Jyn. [ his voice is soft against her steel, but it's not an attempt to quell the sound. his mother might have died on fest, but at least it wasn't in their own home. both of their home planets, stained literally by death. ] I do not know how it always manages to feel so long ago and so recent at once.