Even with his hands clasping hers, Jyn couldn't help wondering, as he lapsed into silence, if she shouldn't have said that after all. At the very least, there was probably more she should offer along with it — that she didn't expect anything from him, that she knew he wasn't just going to slot back into a life he hadn't lived.
Had this reunion of sorts happened years earlier, that might have been more difficult for her to wrap her head around. She was so far removed from that life she'd shared with him now, though, having been without him longer than she was ever with him several times over. Most likely, if he had shown up and remembered all of it, it would have been equally as complicated, just in a different sort of way.
When he did finally speak again, she cracked a small smile, watching the flames flicker in the darkness. "Ziggy," she repeated. "Good name." She was running out of facts, she thought, at least ones that he wasn't likely to know already and that didn't involve that past life here. After a moment, she settled instead on details to supplement something he doubtless knew. The subject was an uncomfortable one, but given all he'd shared with her, it felt warranted.
"On Lah'mu, after they came for my father... I hid in a cave underground. We were all supposed to go. We used to practice sometimes, like it was a game." Then they'd changed the plan, left her alone, the beginning of a recurring pattern in her life. "I don't know how long I waited there. Days, maybe. Long enough the lantern I had burned out. I've never really liked small, dark spaces since then."
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Had this reunion of sorts happened years earlier, that might have been more difficult for her to wrap her head around. She was so far removed from that life she'd shared with him now, though, having been without him longer than she was ever with him several times over. Most likely, if he had shown up and remembered all of it, it would have been equally as complicated, just in a different sort of way.
When he did finally speak again, she cracked a small smile, watching the flames flicker in the darkness. "Ziggy," she repeated. "Good name." She was running out of facts, she thought, at least ones that he wasn't likely to know already and that didn't involve that past life here. After a moment, she settled instead on details to supplement something he doubtless knew. The subject was an uncomfortable one, but given all he'd shared with her, it felt warranted.
"On Lah'mu, after they came for my father... I hid in a cave underground. We were all supposed to go. We used to practice sometimes, like it was a game." Then they'd changed the plan, left her alone, the beginning of a recurring pattern in her life. "I don't know how long I waited there. Days, maybe. Long enough the lantern I had burned out. I've never really liked small, dark spaces since then."