He wasn't ready to go back to the beach. Part of him would probably never be able to leave it again. He didn't want to remember but too late: holding each other, hearing the engine and shout, knowing he couldn't do it, but…
Go, Jyn! You must go!
He'd seen her lose two fathers in two days. The only thing that had gotten him somehow standing again, dragging himself to extraction, was his determination not to do more of that to her. He wouldn't subject her to his own Saw Gerrera impersonation.
His hand tightened gently on hers. He wished he could somehow keep ahold of it and also touch her face. Four of his fingers subconsciously flexed with that desire, reaching toward whatever they could—perhaps a stray strand of her hair—while his thumb stayed curled, almost protectively, on her hand.
He understood.
Too well to say I'm sorry. He didn't want her to have to comfort him. Not on his dying. The one who died was never the one who bore the pain of that. It was those who survived that…
…
Those who survived?
Voice still cursedly hoarse, though gaining a bit of volume: "Is there anyone else?"
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Date: 2018-02-15 06:55 am (UTC)Go, Jyn! You must go!
He'd seen her lose two fathers in two days. The only thing that had gotten him somehow standing again, dragging himself to extraction, was his determination not to do more of that to her. He wouldn't subject her to his own Saw Gerrera impersonation.
His hand tightened gently on hers. He wished he could somehow keep ahold of it and also touch her face. Four of his fingers subconsciously flexed with that desire, reaching toward whatever they could—perhaps a stray strand of her hair—while his thumb stayed curled, almost protectively, on her hand.
He understood.
Too well to say I'm sorry. He didn't want her to have to comfort him. Not on his dying. The one who died was never the one who bore the pain of that. It was those who survived that…
…
Those who survived?
Voice still cursedly hoarse, though gaining a bit of volume: "Is there anyone else?"