They had probably left some small parts of themselves behind, and taken some small parts with them. And for as much as Jyn never wanted to dredge up those particular memories again, she knew that she would never be able to forget - that every time she looked at Cassian, she'd be reminded of how close she had come to losing him ...
And her own life, as well.
They were lucky - all of them - to have survived. It had been a miracle of the highest order, all the moreso that Cassian was awake and alert and talking to her, holding her hand, warm and real and very, very alive.
And she wanted - too much. She wanted to hold on like she was never going to let go again. She wanted to get so much closer. She wanted to kiss him silly, like she should have done on that lift, to tell him not to scare her like that again, to ask that he promise that he would never leave her again, even though she knew that keeping such a promise in the middle of war was ... at the very least ... tempting fate.
Then he asked after the survivors, and Jyn wished she could offer better news. They'd lost so many, and even though the Death Star had been destroyed, there was still a very palpable sense of loss within what was left of the Rebellion.
"Not many", she softly replied, referring to the Battle of Scarif. "... We were fortunate. Baze and Chirrut. Bodhi. Kay. Still with us."
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Date: 2018-02-18 08:43 am (UTC)And her own life, as well.
They were lucky - all of them - to have survived. It had been a miracle of the highest order, all the moreso that Cassian was awake and alert and talking to her, holding her hand, warm and real and very, very alive.
And she wanted - too much. She wanted to hold on like she was never going to let go again. She wanted to get so much closer. She wanted to kiss him silly, like she should have done on that lift, to tell him not to scare her like that again, to ask that he promise that he would never leave her again, even though she knew that keeping such a promise in the middle of war was ... at the very least ... tempting fate.
Then he asked after the survivors, and Jyn wished she could offer better news. They'd lost so many, and even though the Death Star had been destroyed, there was still a very palpable sense of loss within what was left of the Rebellion.
"Not many", she softly replied, referring to the Battle of Scarif. "... We were fortunate. Baze and Chirrut. Bodhi. Kay. Still with us."