[She falls quiet, unused to this kind of vulnerability. It’s been so long since she’s been able to feel things, but the last thing she wants to appear as is weak. What he says isn’t hopeful either, but she would rather the truth. This place doesn’t seem like a second chance, and she probably isn’t going to change much herself, but it’s something at least.
It’s an existence.
His finger wipes below her eye, and she looks up with a kinder smile. She’s put a lot on him, more than she even intended to. Jyn tries put up a stiff upper lip, brushing her hair back like she’s okay, that this is okay when it still really isn’t.]
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put this on you. [Even though she has had no choice being stuck in this shirt with him. She’s just aware of his own tragedies.] You have your own losses.
no subject
It’s an existence.
His finger wipes below her eye, and she looks up with a kinder smile. She’s put a lot on him, more than she even intended to. Jyn tries put up a stiff upper lip, brushing her hair back like she’s okay, that this is okay when it still really isn’t.]
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put this on you. [Even though she has had no choice being stuck in this shirt with him. She’s just aware of his own tragedies.] You have your own losses.