Even if it hadn't been for the purpose of burning part of an Imperial uniform, Jyn thought there would have been something calming about the fire. Maybe it was just the familiar, methodical means of starting it, or the crisp scent of burning wood. Maybe it was just the welcome stillness of it all, the way the growing flame seemed to let everything else rest, or the fact of it being both a sort of creation and destruction at the same time.
Or else it was just because it had been a really long day and she was emotionally wrung out.
She hadn't seen Cassian take the knives from the kitchen, but as soon as she saw them, blades glinting in the firelight, she smiled, knowing what they must have been for. Sure enough, as he began cutting the trousers, her smile only grew a little. That it was more symbolic than anything else didn't stop it from feeling damn good.
"Right, it is my turn, isn't it?" she said as she took the knife and the half of the trousers, contemplating her options. At least with the biggest, heaviest truth out of the way, she was freer in what she could say. And he'd told her anything, although now that she was somewhat more composed, it felt harder to trudge back into those weightier subjects. "Before I wound up with the ship, I lived in a house," she said as she began cutting, still not quite able to bring herself to replace that I with we. It wouldn't have been entirely accurate anyway, since it wasn't them, at least not as he was here with her now. "Burned it down... a while back."
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Date: 2025-05-12 03:43 am (UTC)Or else it was just because it had been a really long day and she was emotionally wrung out.
She hadn't seen Cassian take the knives from the kitchen, but as soon as she saw them, blades glinting in the firelight, she smiled, knowing what they must have been for. Sure enough, as he began cutting the trousers, her smile only grew a little. That it was more symbolic than anything else didn't stop it from feeling damn good.
"Right, it is my turn, isn't it?" she said as she took the knife and the half of the trousers, contemplating her options. At least with the biggest, heaviest truth out of the way, she was freer in what she could say. And he'd told her anything, although now that she was somewhat more composed, it felt harder to trudge back into those weightier subjects. "Before I wound up with the ship, I lived in a house," she said as she began cutting, still not quite able to bring herself to replace that I with we. It wouldn't have been entirely accurate anyway, since it wasn't them, at least not as he was here with her now. "Burned it down... a while back."