"Narkina?" Jyn echoed without meaning to, brow shooting up as she turned to him. "Kriff." She'd never been there herself, but she had spent enough time in enough other Imperial prisons to have heard stories, all of them horrific. It hurt to think about him in a place like that and still dealing with the effects of it now, even if there was plenty she could say the same about, even having known for a long time that their lives had been more alike than not.
Maybe that was part of why she had never pressed him for information about himself. There wasn't much of a need to, when she felt on some intrinsic level that they knew and understood each other already. He'd all but said as much, albeit in anger: You're not the only one who lost everything.
With him opening up to her now, though, she wanted to learn as much as she could, even when it was hard, or maybe especially then. It was easier, anyway, than thinking about the proximity of her hand to his mouth, the warmth of his breath on her skin sending a shiver through her.
Her voice quieted again before she offered her next fact — a continuation, really, of the one that had preceded it. This, she had never told anyone before, not even him. "Sometimes I feel like I'm still there," she admitted. "Like I never left, and I'm still just that girl alone in the dark, waiting for someone to come find her."
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Date: 2025-05-13 06:38 pm (UTC)Maybe that was part of why she had never pressed him for information about himself. There wasn't much of a need to, when she felt on some intrinsic level that they knew and understood each other already. He'd all but said as much, albeit in anger: You're not the only one who lost everything.
With him opening up to her now, though, she wanted to learn as much as she could, even when it was hard, or maybe especially then. It was easier, anyway, than thinking about the proximity of her hand to his mouth, the warmth of his breath on her skin sending a shiver through her.
Her voice quieted again before she offered her next fact — a continuation, really, of the one that had preceded it. This, she had never told anyone before, not even him. "Sometimes I feel like I'm still there," she admitted. "Like I never left, and I'm still just that girl alone in the dark, waiting for someone to come find her."