She couldn't look at him with this hanging overhead. Not because she was afraid of what she might see in his expression — she knew, or at least felt reasonably sure, that there wouldn't be blame or disappointment directed at her — but simply because the weight of it still bore down on her too heavily. Jyn knew that she wasn't truly responsible for her father's crimes. Whatever else she thought of Galen Erso, she understood now, to an extent, why he'd done what he did. But knowing a thing and feeling it were very different, and she felt as if that blood was on her hands.
He'd built a planet killer and named it after her. The worst part was that it felt like it fit.
Eyes cast toward the table, her voice small and almost apologetic, she answered, "Alderaan."
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Date: 2025-05-09 06:01 pm (UTC)He'd built a planet killer and named it after her. The worst part was that it felt like it fit.
Eyes cast toward the table, her voice small and almost apologetic, she answered, "Alderaan."