"Finders, keepers," Jyn said with a shrug, her smile just barely restrained. It was strange, but not unpleasantly so, being able to talk about that part of the past — those last few days of her life before she wound up here, so many years ago now — in a remotely lighthearted way. In his absence, she'd tried to put so much away, not to let herself think about him in any real detail. She couldn't and wouldn't ever pretend him away, because as Scarif's lone survivor, she owed it to all of them but especially him to remember, but much like her memories of her childhood, she'd locked them away in her mind. Some would seep out from time to time, mostly in dreams, but she hadn't let them be consciously present.
With him here now, she could think of it all with something other than grief. There still was and always would be plenty of that, but there was room for this, too, the kind of easy banter they'd likewise quickly fallen into, albeit had little time for.
"Besides," she added, a touch of self-satisfaction in the words, "what do you expect when you leave a known thief alone with your stuff? You're lucky the blaster's all I took."
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Date: 2025-06-18 03:09 am (UTC)With him here now, she could think of it all with something other than grief. There still was and always would be plenty of that, but there was room for this, too, the kind of easy banter they'd likewise quickly fallen into, albeit had little time for.
"Besides," she added, a touch of self-satisfaction in the words, "what do you expect when you leave a known thief alone with your stuff? You're lucky the blaster's all I took."