“Yes. Of course.” No hesitation, no doubt. He kissed her skin where it was closest and hugged her, starting to relax into her arms.
“I’m trying to think of phrases that might work. Or at least ones that would change a dream. My main codename was Fulcrum so you could always try that, tell me to stand down. Recognition key: ‘By the light of Lothal’s moons’.”
"I can try that," Jyn agreed with a nod, smiling faintly. This moment didn't seem like the time to mention that she knew his code name and the accompanying phrase because, in a different lifetime, he'd told her. For right now, it was irrelevant. More important was that she appreciated the trust indicative of his telling her now, and that if this would help him trust himself to still sleep in close proximity to her, she would do it.
"I'm really not worried, not about something like that. I trust you."
He caught that smile, and thought he understood it: She already knew. He also heard her words and his brow darkened because he didn’t trust himself. All this redoubled and knotted in him ‘til his head hurt. He closed his eyes and lay back, body open for her to come with him, not trying to compel her.
Jyn didn't hesitate to lie down with him again, curling against his side with her head on his shoulder. She felt fully awake now, too much for falling back asleep to come easily, but even if all she did was lie here, she didn't want to be anywhere but with him. Again, she had the thought that she was better at showing things than telling them. It wasn't as if she felt she had anything to prove here, but maybe the extent of trust she had in him would come through more clearly like this.
"Yeah," she agreed, quiet and almost fond, as she brought her hand up to rest against his chest, fingers splayed out over his heart. "Of course." For a moment, she was quiet, thinking through the facts she'd given him already and what might still be left.
"My father was a terrible farmer. That's not why I took up gardening — that, I just sort of fell into. But I think about it sometimes, how he was no good at farming, and... not being tied to that, I guess." Was that the fact she'd meant to tell? Was it enough of one? She wasn't sure. The softer, more carefully kept truth followed some seconds later, one she wasn't sure she'd actually told anyone before. "It feels good. Keeping things alive, for a change."
With anyone else, Jyn would have lied, or at least fallen back on sarcasm. With Cassian, she didn't want to go that route. Being dishonest with him felt inherently wrong, and it had practically from the beginning of their acquaintance with each other. Maybe not quite at first, when feeling so seen made her defiant and terse, but as soon as she realized she could trust him, the rest fell into place.
Now, it was only difficult to answer with the truth because of their current circumstances. She didn't want to force them back into a heavier subject when she could feel him finally beginning to settle down; she didn't want to mention the prospect of her own death when he'd just had a nightmare about killing her.
She settled on what she hoped wouldn't be too morbid a way of putting it. "I don't know what peace would have looked like," she replied. "Honestly, I... Before this place, I never really thought I'd see peace. And I'm still not very good at it. Peace, I mean. So, no, I definitely never imagined this sort of life for myself."
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.”
Just as she was honest with him, Jyn trusted him to be so with her. She had no doubt that he meant what he said. What she was less sure of was if it was really true, or would continue to be. In the back of her head, she remembered him describing his relationship with his former partner as being his dream of peace, and again, she thought that she wouldn't be able to give that to him. The life she had settled into here was a good one, but the storm inside her would never die down completely.
If there was a time for that conversation, this wasn't it. She smiled faintly again, half-hidden against his shoulder. "It does," she agreed. That was just incontrovertible fact. "For me, too."
She nestled a little into him, focused on the now-steadier beat of his heart. "Do I get a fact now?"
Oh, no, my love… the dream is for peace outside ourselves so we can storm in safety… it’s in danger outside that we can’t allow the inner storms… Please let them someday have these conversations.
It was a mindkark: the effect of situation on a relationship. Would his dynamic with Bix have been different if they could have existed in a place apart, like this? Was his relationship with Jyn so shaped by it?
To a degree, of course, but not fundamentally. They were such different people, and he was different with them. He refused to put it to words because comparing Jyn and Bix seemed a lousy thing to do. The only conclusion to draw: he hoped Bix was okay somewhere, and he was abjectly glad to be with Jyn.
He gathered her closer and kissed her hair.
Okay… fact… Though he was so relaxed, it was hard to think of anything calming. The shields being lower allowed for worse things to present. Finally he said, “I can make a doll out of twigs.”
"Yeah?" Jyn asked, that same small smile in place. He'd told her enough now that she could at least guess that the source of the knowledge wasn't anything positive, but the mental image of it was unbearably sweet in spite of that. It brought to mind again her own haphazard childhood toys, carved from pieces of wood or sewn from scraps of old clothes, a temporary facsimile of a childhood that she never got to hold onto. They both lost so much, so early. "Will you show me sometime?"
Before he had shown up again, she'd forgotten what this felt like: wanting to know everything about him that she could, treasuring every detail he gave her. All of the facts they'd traded did nothing to lessen that.
It was something one of the older children had taught them the basics of, along with making baskets and traps for small animals, and Kassa had taught himself more and more intricate variations for Kerri. Sometimes throughout his life, when Cassian would walk alone into nature, if there was workable plant life he'd still make one and leave it, like an offering to her. It had come in handy on one mission, when he'd taught a child how to do it to keep their focus fixed ahead of them.
"Yeah," he said. "When we visit the forest."
He was breathing slowly now. He almost felt he could sleep again. If only he could get the requisite rest from this state, half-drowsing talking to Jyn, still being aware of her. "You?"
"Mm," Jyn hummed thoughtfully, her breathing beginning to match to his. It wasn't easy, and, in fact, became less so every time they traded facts, to try to think of something that wouldn't just touch on some past trauma. In waking hours, that would be fine, but she didn't want to go that route now, not when he'd just woken up from a nightmare, and one that so prominently featured her and her insecurities. For the same reason, anything about the life she had previously had with him here seemed temporarily off-limits. There would be a time to circle back to all of that, but this wasn't it (oh, she hoped they would have time).
"The necklace I wear was my mother's," she settled on, doubting that fact would have made an appearance in the Alliance's research on her. "She gave it to me... the last time I saw her. All the lives I've had — different planets, different names... different prisons... — and it's the only thing I've ever kept with me, or even tried to."
“The engraved kyber,” he confirmed. He’d seen her holding it at different moments of the mission, mainly over Jedha. He wondered by what ingenuity she’d managed to keep it through prison and decided, for now, not to ask.
“I got my ass kicked once over a piece of sky kyber,” he murmured. He was slowly but surely nodding off. “I’ll tell you some time.”
"Please do," Jyn replied, curious but not about to press the subject now. She could hear and feel the way he was beginning to doze off, and she was deeply grateful for that fact. Despite what he'd said, she still couldn't help but feel like his dream was at least partly her fault. She didn't want him to have to lose any more sleep, especially on her account; she just hoped there would be no more nightmares this time.
He pressed another kiss into her hair and murmured, "Good night, Jyn."
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The night passed without further interruption. If Cassian dreamed, he woke without remembering it. What greeted him, waking, was the sight of Jyn beside him, with sunlight streaming in her hair.
For a while, Cassian just gazed at her.
Though he didn't want to compare, of course comparisons were inevitable. His last relationship had been with someone he'd known most of his life, with that level of the relationship on and off throughout. Yet he and Bix had never achieved the kind of seamless interreaction and interreliance that Cassian and Jyn had had almost from the start. How much of that was because he and Jyn were so fresh, and it would wear off? How much was because he and Jyn were so similar? That was a good thing in many ways—not least, they had incredible understanding walking together through the dark—but was it also a bad thing, not to have contrast?
He came to the conclusions he always had and always would. All of this was imaginary. What was real was her. Be with her. Walk beside her and work it through together.
Cassian was tempted to sneak out of bed and surprise Jyn with breakfast. …But never, don't ever leave while someone was still asleep to wake and find you gone. So instead, he leaned over to kiss her face until she stirred.
Then they began their day.
They remembered last night and decided to take their walk in the woods right away. It wasn't far, after clearing the Falcon's garden and surrounding field.
This was a deciduous forest, quite unlike the jungles of Yavin 4 and Kenari. They walked over pine needles and moss and didn't need a blade to hack their way between trees. There were constant sounds of birdsong and animals skittering out of their way, but lacking the ceaseless, blanketing din of insects, it seemed so quiet. Sunlight pierced through here and there, resulting in bursts of flowers. Without meaning to, purely on training, Cassian was following the moss and other signs to a water source, so they were also starting to hear the sounds of a brook or river.
"This is beautiful," he said as they walked side by side.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Jyn agreed, something a little like wonder in her voice. She'd lived here so long, spent plenty of time in and around these woods, but seeing all of it with him for the first time, she felt a little like she was experiencing it anew herself, finally able once again to appreciate the natural beauty of Darrow's environment. Of all the places a person could wind up stuck, it was a lucky one — temperate climate, varied landscape, usually nothing too extreme in the different seasons. She'd lived worse places. That this one now, again, had him here made it that much better — made it a place she could want to be rather than one where she had reluctantly settled.
"I haven't been out here in a while. This was a good idea."
He looked over and gave her that smile of his: that nothing he could see was as wonderful as she was.
The ground beneath them turned a little rocky, then the trees opened up, revealing not only the river, but a small waterfall splashing into a large pool. Mist from the falls prismed full round rainbows.
Cassian actually caught his breath. He murmured in explanation, "I wish Maarva could see this."
Jyn loved that smile of his even more than she loved being the cause of it. She met it with one of her own, small and pleased, staying in step beside him. This time, there were no teasing attempts at playing tour guide. Partly it was because she didn't know the terrain out here as well as she knew the expanse of countryside they'd walked previously; partly it was because everything out here, the sunlight filtering through leaves and paths dotted with wildflowers, spoke for itself far better than she could speak for it.
The waterfall, when they came to it, was beautiful, but her focus was fixed more on him than their surroundings, taking in the way he took in everything around them. Relaxed and sun-kissed like this, looking quietly awestruck by the view, he was as breathtaking to her as anything around them.
"Yeah?" she asked in response to his statement, expression shifting slightly, bittersweet but hopeful. "What was she like? If you don't mind talking about her."
For a moment, Cassian felt ten years old and his grasp of Basic utterly failed.
"She was… great. When she was younger, she was this pirate. Swaggering through the Galaxy, totally free. I didn't appreciate it at the time… I got it from peoples' stories about her. Because she also… changed to… dedicate some of herself to me. But she always had that attitude. And she kind of… carried that freedom inside her, even when it got frustrated by our world getting smaller from the Empire, her life getting smaller from her health. At the end, she… refused to be limited."
His brow furrowed and he looked out at the falls. As if confessing, he said, "It was my mission. But she never knew it. My first mission with the Rebellion that succeeded, that she heard about and inspired her to rise up again. I never told her because I didn't consider it a success. Too many people had died. And I didn't care yet what it was for. But she did. She was always way ahead of me. Showing me the way. She did that for a lot of people."
Jyn listened as raptly as she had to anything else he'd told her, the same bittersweet, fond look on her face for the assortment of conflicting thoughts in her head. First, that she was, as she'd said before, so unbelievably glad that he'd had someone like that in his life, even if the circumstances that brought the connection into being were complicated to say the least. Second, perhaps nonsensically, that she wished she could've met this woman who'd raised Cassian like her own, absently wondering how that might have played out. And third, more spiteful, that she wished she could've had a mother like that.
For so long, she'd held the memory of Lyra as something like sacred in her mind, maybe because of the last words said to her or the way she then watched her mother die, maybe because her anger at her father was too big for there to be room for much else. That had since changed, leaving her to wonder now what the point of any of it was, or how different her life might have been if Lyra had made a different choice that day.
Right now, none of that was the point. "She sounds wonderful," she murmured over the sound of the falls, meaning it entirely. Thoughtful for a moment, she weighed her words, debating whether or not what came to mind would be too much. Then she decided to hell with it. "Back on Scarif, you... you said that my father would be proud of me," she said, and reached over to slip her hand into his. "I think your mother would be proud of you, Cassian."
Comparisons were inevitable. But now it was between Jyn and himself.
He knew Jyn would protest his assessment, on both counts… but when a thought came so clearly, not saying it was a lie. And he'd promised.
"To me…
"You're praiseworthy in spite of everything you've been through, including your parents, because of yourself. "If I'm praiseworthy, it's because of everything I've been through, including my parents, in spite of myself.
"I know you won't like my saying that. I'm not looking for… to be defended or… I think…
"I think that's what was behind what I said after Eadu. Where we mirror. It hurt.
"It hurt then. Now… I'm just grateful. Where we understand."
Of course she wanted to defend him; of course he knew she would. Jyn bit back the impulse to do so, knowing they would be likely to just talk themselves in circles, and instead focused on what he had said and on letting those words sink in. While she may not have agreed with the entirety of his assessments of them both, the overall point seemed... right. They were opposites in some ways, but so alike. It was why they'd been so at odds early on, and yet why she had felt so seen by him even then.
They'd both said awful things to each other during that argument, and she didn't hold them against him now just as she hoped he didn't hold them against her. But it wasn't as if he'd been wrong, entirely; he'd just had the wrong context, a mirror image of where she was coming from.
And once they had both gotten their anger out, they'd wound up in the same place.
"I think that was behind a lot of what I said, too," she said quietly. "I got it, and that... made me even angrier. Now..." She gave a helpless little shrug and a crooked smile, meant to express her own agreement and gratitude. "Just so you know, the only reason I'm not defending you is because I'm not looking for you to try to change my mind."
He needed a moment to process that. Once he did, his smile was slow, eyes bright, and he leaned over to kiss her.
Sitting back, he deftly swiped his eyes and his smile became lopsided. "I promised you a doll. Let's see if I can…"
Kenari had vines and longer leaves to hold them together, but Kassa had gotten to the point of interweaving the twigs themselves that using ties felt like cheating. The thing then was that the twigs had to be very bendable. Cassian reached up past Jyn's head to a branch and tested flexibility, found it suitable, and picked off the outermost, thinnest sprigs.
His fingers picked up speed as he worked, remembering what he was doing. He delicately stripped the twigs of their leaves and bark until he was left with pale strips. These were woven and knotted together until shapes began to form. The body of the doll was like a knotted loaf of bread you'd buy in a Coruscant bakery, plaits turned into spheres. The arms were one long braid fed through the torso's knots with tasseled ends for hands. The skirt (not legs) was a loose waffle-looking weave, with one long strip of a belt again fed through the main knots.
The head was the wonder. It was just another knot, like the ones comprising the body, but Cassian took a rigid twig and… not carved… indented a face. It was so subtle, no coloration, but if you looked at the correct angle, the face was so clearly there, and so clearly sweet. That twig then became the neck and spine that fed through the rest of the doll to hold it all together.
Finished, Cassian handed her to Jyn. She was just big enough to sit in Jyn's palm.
The night before, when Cassian told her about being able to make dolls from twigs, Jyn had immediately thought of her own childhood makeshift toys, carved or stitched and clearly rough work. She hadn't had a clear mental image, but had assumed it might be something along the lines of a drawn stick figure, which would still, in her estimation, have been deeply impressive. As she watched him weave sticks together now, though — and watch she did, intently focused on the movements of his hands — it became clear within a matter of moments that she'd been completely off-base. This was something far more intricate, mesmerizing to observe, the finished product lovely when he set it in her hand.
"You really weren't exaggerating," she said, lifting the doll to study its miniature features, a smile on her own face all the while. She never smiled half as much anywhere or with anyone else as she did with him. "Cassian, this is beautiful."
Over the last few years, Jyn had amassed a very, very small collection of things she didn't want to let go of. The ring she wore alongside her kyber crystal, a sketch that Lincoln once did of her, the hologram of her father's message. This would now be added to it.
His eyes, meanwhile, were entirely for Jyn's smile.
"Our colony on Kenari was divided between the older kids and the younger ones. I was right in the middle, not big enough to be an 'adult', too big to be one of the 'children'. I was always left behind on hunts. It drove me crazy. I wanted to be one of the big ones. So I found ways to set myself apart from the little ones. This was one of them. One of the biggest kids taught us all how to do things with sticks, mostly make hunting traps and baskets, but once she showed us how to make basic dolls. I taught myself how to get really good at them, to make them for my sister."
The expedition to the crashed ship had been the first that Kassa had been allowed on with the 'adults'. He'd never imagined it would be the last.
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“I’m trying to think of phrases that might work. Or at least ones that would change a dream. My main codename was Fulcrum so you could always try that, tell me to stand down. Recognition key: ‘By the light of Lothal’s moons’.”
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"I'm really not worried, not about something like that. I trust you."
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“Tell me a fact,” he mumbled, “please?”
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"Yeah," she agreed, quiet and almost fond, as she brought her hand up to rest against his chest, fingers splayed out over his heart. "Of course." For a moment, she was quiet, thinking through the facts she'd given him already and what might still be left.
"My father was a terrible farmer. That's not why I took up gardening — that, I just sort of fell into. But I think about it sometimes, how he was no good at farming, and... not being tied to that, I guess." Was that the fact she'd meant to tell? Was it enough of one? She wasn't sure. The softer, more carefully kept truth followed some seconds later, one she wasn't sure she'd actually told anyone before. "It feels good. Keeping things alive, for a change."
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He brought his free hand up to hers and interplayed their fingers. He pressed his lips to her temple to murmur, “That makes sense.”
With a soft kiss there, “Did you ever imagine this sort of life for yourself? Would peace have looked like this?”
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Now, it was only difficult to answer with the truth because of their current circumstances. She didn't want to force them back into a heavier subject when she could feel him finally beginning to settle down; she didn't want to mention the prospect of her own death when he'd just had a nightmare about killing her.
She settled on what she hoped wouldn't be too morbid a way of putting it. "I don't know what peace would have looked like," she replied. "Honestly, I... Before this place, I never really thought I'd see peace. And I'm still not very good at it. Peace, I mean. So, no, I definitely never imagined this sort of life for myself."
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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.”
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If there was a time for that conversation, this wasn't it. She smiled faintly again, half-hidden against his shoulder. "It does," she agreed. That was just incontrovertible fact. "For me, too."
She nestled a little into him, focused on the now-steadier beat of his heart. "Do I get a fact now?"
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It was a mindkark: the effect of situation on a relationship. Would his dynamic with Bix have been different if they could have existed in a place apart, like this? Was his relationship with Jyn so shaped by it?
To a degree, of course, but not fundamentally. They were such different people, and he was different with them. He refused to put it to words because comparing Jyn and Bix seemed a lousy thing to do. The only conclusion to draw: he hoped Bix was okay somewhere, and he was abjectly glad to be with Jyn.
He gathered her closer and kissed her hair.
Okay… fact… Though he was so relaxed, it was hard to think of anything calming. The shields being lower allowed for worse things to present. Finally he said, “I can make a doll out of twigs.”
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Before he had shown up again, she'd forgotten what this felt like: wanting to know everything about him that she could, treasuring every detail he gave her. All of the facts they'd traded did nothing to lessen that.
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"Yeah," he said. "When we visit the forest."
He was breathing slowly now. He almost felt he could sleep again. If only he could get the requisite rest from this state, half-drowsing talking to Jyn, still being aware of her. "You?"
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"The necklace I wear was my mother's," she settled on, doubting that fact would have made an appearance in the Alliance's research on her. "She gave it to me... the last time I saw her. All the lives I've had — different planets, different names... different prisons... — and it's the only thing I've ever kept with me, or even tried to."
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“I got my ass kicked once over a piece of sky kyber,” he murmured. He was slowly but surely nodding off. “I’ll tell you some time.”
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"For now, just rest, Cassian."
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The night passed without further interruption. If Cassian dreamed, he woke without remembering it. What greeted him, waking, was the sight of Jyn beside him, with sunlight streaming in her hair.
For a while, Cassian just gazed at her.
Though he didn't want to compare, of course comparisons were inevitable. His last relationship had been with someone he'd known most of his life, with that level of the relationship on and off throughout. Yet he and Bix had never achieved the kind of seamless interreaction and interreliance that Cassian and Jyn had had almost from the start. How much of that was because he and Jyn were so fresh, and it would wear off? How much was because he and Jyn were so similar? That was a good thing in many ways—not least, they had incredible understanding walking together through the dark—but was it also a bad thing, not to have contrast?
He came to the conclusions he always had and always would. All of this was imaginary. What was real was her. Be with her. Walk beside her and work it through together.
Cassian was tempted to sneak out of bed and surprise Jyn with breakfast. …But never, don't ever leave while someone was still asleep to wake and find you gone. So instead, he leaned over to kiss her face until she stirred.
Then they began their day.
They remembered last night and decided to take their walk in the woods right away. It wasn't far, after clearing the Falcon's garden and surrounding field.
This was a deciduous forest, quite unlike the jungles of Yavin 4 and Kenari. They walked over pine needles and moss and didn't need a blade to hack their way between trees. There were constant sounds of birdsong and animals skittering out of their way, but lacking the ceaseless, blanketing din of insects, it seemed so quiet. Sunlight pierced through here and there, resulting in bursts of flowers. Without meaning to, purely on training, Cassian was following the moss and other signs to a water source, so they were also starting to hear the sounds of a brook or river.
"This is beautiful," he said as they walked side by side.
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"I haven't been out here in a while. This was a good idea."
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The ground beneath them turned a little rocky, then the trees opened up, revealing not only the river, but a small waterfall splashing into a large pool. Mist from the falls prismed full round rainbows.
Cassian actually caught his breath. He murmured in explanation, "I wish Maarva could see this."
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The waterfall, when they came to it, was beautiful, but her focus was fixed more on him than their surroundings, taking in the way he took in everything around them. Relaxed and sun-kissed like this, looking quietly awestruck by the view, he was as breathtaking to her as anything around them.
"Yeah?" she asked in response to his statement, expression shifting slightly, bittersweet but hopeful. "What was she like? If you don't mind talking about her."
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"She was… great. When she was younger, she was this pirate. Swaggering through the Galaxy, totally free. I didn't appreciate it at the time… I got it from peoples' stories about her. Because she also… changed to… dedicate some of herself to me. But she always had that attitude. And she kind of… carried that freedom inside her, even when it got frustrated by our world getting smaller from the Empire, her life getting smaller from her health. At the end, she… refused to be limited."
His brow furrowed and he looked out at the falls. As if confessing, he said, "It was my mission. But she never knew it. My first mission with the Rebellion that succeeded, that she heard about and inspired her to rise up again. I never told her because I didn't consider it a success. Too many people had died. And I didn't care yet what it was for. But she did. She was always way ahead of me. Showing me the way. She did that for a lot of people."
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For so long, she'd held the memory of Lyra as something like sacred in her mind, maybe because of the last words said to her or the way she then watched her mother die, maybe because her anger at her father was too big for there to be room for much else. That had since changed, leaving her to wonder now what the point of any of it was, or how different her life might have been if Lyra had made a different choice that day.
Right now, none of that was the point. "She sounds wonderful," she murmured over the sound of the falls, meaning it entirely. Thoughtful for a moment, she weighed her words, debating whether or not what came to mind would be too much. Then she decided to hell with it. "Back on Scarif, you... you said that my father would be proud of me," she said, and reached over to slip her hand into his. "I think your mother would be proud of you, Cassian."
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He knew Jyn would protest his assessment, on both counts… but when a thought came so clearly, not saying it was a lie. And he'd promised.
"To me…
"You're praiseworthy in spite of everything you've been through, including your parents, because of yourself.
"If I'm praiseworthy, it's because of everything I've been through, including my parents, in spite of myself.
"I know you won't like my saying that. I'm not looking for… to be defended or… I think…
"I think that's what was behind what I said after Eadu. Where we mirror. It hurt.
"It hurt then. Now… I'm just grateful. Where we understand."
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They'd both said awful things to each other during that argument, and she didn't hold them against him now just as she hoped he didn't hold them against her. But it wasn't as if he'd been wrong, entirely; he'd just had the wrong context, a mirror image of where she was coming from.
And once they had both gotten their anger out, they'd wound up in the same place.
"I think that was behind a lot of what I said, too," she said quietly. "I got it, and that... made me even angrier. Now..." She gave a helpless little shrug and a crooked smile, meant to express her own agreement and gratitude. "Just so you know, the only reason I'm not defending you is because I'm not looking for you to try to change my mind."
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Sitting back, he deftly swiped his eyes and his smile became lopsided. "I promised you a doll. Let's see if I can…"
Kenari had vines and longer leaves to hold them together, but Kassa had gotten to the point of interweaving the twigs themselves that using ties felt like cheating. The thing then was that the twigs had to be very bendable. Cassian reached up past Jyn's head to a branch and tested flexibility, found it suitable, and picked off the outermost, thinnest sprigs.
His fingers picked up speed as he worked, remembering what he was doing. He delicately stripped the twigs of their leaves and bark until he was left with pale strips. These were woven and knotted together until shapes began to form. The body of the doll was like a knotted loaf of bread you'd buy in a Coruscant bakery, plaits turned into spheres. The arms were one long braid fed through the torso's knots with tasseled ends for hands. The skirt (not legs) was a loose waffle-looking weave, with one long strip of a belt again fed through the main knots.
The head was the wonder. It was just another knot, like the ones comprising the body, but Cassian took a rigid twig and… not carved… indented a face. It was so subtle, no coloration, but if you looked at the correct angle, the face was so clearly there, and so clearly sweet. That twig then became the neck and spine that fed through the rest of the doll to hold it all together.
Finished, Cassian handed her to Jyn. She was just big enough to sit in Jyn's palm.
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"You really weren't exaggerating," she said, lifting the doll to study its miniature features, a smile on her own face all the while. She never smiled half as much anywhere or with anyone else as she did with him. "Cassian, this is beautiful."
Over the last few years, Jyn had amassed a very, very small collection of things she didn't want to let go of. The ring she wore alongside her kyber crystal, a sketch that Lincoln once did of her, the hologram of her father's message. This would now be added to it.
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"Our colony on Kenari was divided between the older kids and the younger ones. I was right in the middle, not big enough to be an 'adult', too big to be one of the 'children'. I was always left behind on hunts. It drove me crazy. I wanted to be one of the big ones. So I found ways to set myself apart from the little ones. This was one of them. One of the biggest kids taught us all how to do things with sticks, mostly make hunting traps and baskets, but once she showed us how to make basic dolls. I taught myself how to get really good at them, to make them for my sister."
The expedition to the crashed ship had been the first that Kassa had been allowed on with the 'adults'. He'd never imagined it would be the last.
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