Date: 2025-05-08 01:24 am (UTC)
fulcrum3: (Scarif . jyn . (lean on her))
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Sitting down, he shook his head. “Too early for me to have done much. Things are still sinking in. I’ll ask for your help again soon.”

With the present, for certain; maybe with the immediate past, if he’d grown enough to be so brave and so forgiving of himself—

She carried him with her, and he could tell she was trying to shield him from the dead on the beach, because they were his dead;
could he accept so much, could he ever ask


—and the future was not yet to be thought of. Not beyond get supplies, confirm facts of City.

And, looming currently as large as any dangerous mission: foreseeable living arrangements. She’d said to stay as long as he needed, but he knew what he was like after events like (no events were alike) Scarif, and counter to the usual lack of dreams, there might be some night terrors in the immediate future.
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