Cassian turned slightly to put both arms around her. It was, he realized, the answer he’d expected for her.
He remembered Mon Mothma’s promise, We’ll see you go free, and wondered if Jyn had ever believed it or allowed herself to anticipate. Even if it had come to pass, freedom didn’t mean peace. Or vice versa.
He thought of asking what Jyn would have done if it had played out that way… then thought of all the years it had been for her. He couldn’t catch up, but he could try not to get caught in the past.
“I never nailed down my dream,” murmured Cassian, “it was always a nebula of an idea… but you know, this feels right.”
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He remembered Mon Mothma’s promise, We’ll see you go free, and wondered if Jyn had ever believed it or allowed herself to anticipate. Even if it had come to pass, freedom didn’t mean peace. Or vice versa.
He thought of asking what Jyn would have done if it had played out that way… then thought of all the years it had been for her. He couldn’t catch up, but he could try not to get caught in the past.
“I never nailed down my dream,” murmured Cassian, “it was always a nebula of an idea… but you know, this feels right.”