"I mean. I could say the same to you," Jyn said, her expression scrunching guiltily. It was interesting, painting that whole argument in different shades than she'd perceived it before. With as long as it had been for her, and with as consumed by grief and rage and betrayal as she had felt in that moment, she only remembered fragments of it now anyway: the way she'd sharpened words to stab at him, trying to do as much damage as she could, to make someone else hurt like she was hurting, and his telling her that she wasn't the only one who'd lost everything. She remembered being too full of emotion to argue her point well, and the way she'd sobbed afterwards, away from all of the others, for the first time in longer than she even knew.
He looked worried, and she didn't want him to be, so she brought one hand up to cradle the back of his head, wet fingers sliding into his hair, and kissed him. It was brief, and she dropped back a moment later, but she hoped it would tell him just how beyond forgiven he was.
With a heavy exhale, she shifted her weight. There was really only one thing for her to say in response to all of that, and it wasn't an easy one. "Fact," she said. "The first mission I went on alone for Saw... It was me, and a rifle, on top of a cliff, waiting for some Imp to come by. I did what he'd sent me there to do. So... What I said to you... It wasn't really any better than what you said to me. And I am sorry, Cassian."
His fingertips came to her jaw as he returned the kiss, bowing his whole upper body into it. His hand drifted into the water when she drew away.
It was different, (maybe it shouldn't be,) the target being a known enemy versus… but he appreciated her fact. "More than forgiven. As I said… when I think badly about it, it's what I said to you. But I should stop bringing it up. There's nothing more to say about it other than making us both feel unnecessarily worse again. I'm sor—" He caught himself and managed a bit of a smile. "—so I won't."
His aborted apology drew a small smile from Jyn in turn. The subject was one about which she knew they could talk themselves in circles and never really get anywhere. She, at least, had had a long time to be able to think about it, and then not need to do so anymore, having settled, no longer wrecked with emotion, into an opinion. The order to kill her father was wrong, and so was the Alliance bombing that finished the job instead. But Cassian hadn't followed that order — had, in fact, risked himself to save her even after she'd outlived her usefulness to the mission, yet again. The venom of the ensuing argument was far more feeling than fact, and she thought she knew the source of it for her.
Even then, she had trusted him so quickly, so easily, and then feeling as if she'd had that trust betrayed was angry at herself as much as at him. That seemed like something that would fall into the category he'd just described, things that would make them both feel unnecessarily worse again, so she didn't. More important was knowing that that broken trust had been long, long since repaired.
"More than forgiven," she echoed with a solemn nod, not wanting to seem like she was brushing him off. Then, in an easy, fluid motion, she drew her legs up, arms spread out to her sides so she could float on the water's surface. "Now, come on, is it your turn or mine?" She'd asked the last question, but she had also offered a fact unprompted, so it was hard to say for sure. It didn't actually matter, the game their own and the rules disposable, but it seemed like a good way of steering them away from the subject of that argument for now.
Exhaling a laugh, Cassian twined his hand loosely with hers so he could pull her through the water in slow, gentle figure-eights.
He rifled through the mental file of her previous Facts he'd wanted to follow up on.
Jyn Erso isn't her legal name here. …But he could guess what it was, now, couldn't he… She'd lived in and burned down a house. …Could he guess that one, too? It felt somehow manipulative to ask. It didn't seem fair to bring up things he'd picked up while she was dreaming… He still often felt like she was holding back, but he'd decided, and promised, not to push.
It was just hard not to think that—
"Status report," he said at last. "I feel like if I could only ask the right question, I'd solve something. But I know it doesn't work like that."
This, his hand in hers as he moved them through the water, her eyes half-closed against the sunlight and limbs loose, was as much a sign of trust as anything else that had occurred between them so far. Simple as it might have been, it spoke volumes that she could be so at ease around him. Normally, any one of these things would have set her on edge — her clothes discarded on the rock where they'd been sitting, her knife with them, which left her unarmed, someone else guiding her movements, however limited the scope of them may have been. Instead, Jyn wasn't even thinking about any of that. She was aware, inasmuch as she always would be, but she didn't have to be alert. She could just be with him.
Within that, there was a fine line to walk. Knowing him, not wanting to be disingenuous and pretend that she didn't know him, also not wanting to take advantage of information she'd gained from, technically, someone else, all of it was a delicate balance to try to strike, not unlike the way she drifted on the surface of the water now. So far, at least since telling him that he'd been here before, she hadn't found it nearly as difficult as she would have expected, but the idea of it was there throughout everything, especially when he said things like that.
"I can hear you thinking," she said, gently, wryly teasing. She stayed as she was, weightless in the water, as she considered his words and how to phrase her response. "There is no right question. But there's no wrong one, either. Anything you ask, I'll answer. Might not solve anything, but it'll be out there, at least."
He had to admit it to himself: maybe he was afraid to push because he didn't want to do to Jyn what he'd felt, sometimes, Bix did to him. Now, of course, maybe he should consider he'd been unfair to her, since he was feeling in that position. Where she'd push and he'd say Why are you doing this? Well, perhaps she'd felt that whatever-it-was was just as present, maybe moreso, by not talking about it, and talking about it at least had the possibility of finishing it.
It was a strange turn. He'd never for a moment compared Jyn to Bix. Suddenly it was himself he was comparing.
"Fact, I guess," he said, mouth curving at least a bit. "I still feel sometimes like you don't say things because you don't want to ruin my day. If that's the only reason, please say them. But I also said I trust you, and I do.
"So… question: I keep forgetting to ask. You said there were other people here who know about what happened back home. Can I meet them sometime?"
It was a fair point, one that Jyn very easily could have made herself if their positions were reversed. She was trying, determined, really, not to impose before-him on now-him, and the number of years it had been since she'd previously been with him made that much easier than it might have otherwise been. Now, though, she couldn't help the way some of their conversations in those first few months, as they were just figuring things out and retroactively getting to know each other, came to mind. More than once, she'd asked him not to shut her out when he dodged or downplayed something.
She wasn't trying to do that now, but he did have a point. There were things she hadn't said because they seemed too heavy for whatever the particular moment was, but that determination wasn't hers alone to make. Left to her own devices, chances were good she wouldn't bring up any of it. She didn't want him to have to push her, or even to feel like he was doing so, but sometimes she needed a little prompting.
"Of course," she answered. This question was easy. "The ones who're still here are all from before us, I think, but there's probably still plenty they could tell you." She breathed in deeply, her chest rising and falling with it. "And all right. It's still... It's not always easy for me to know how to say things. But I will try. I am trying. I trust you, too."
"I know." He caught her in her slow swirl, with himself at her head; cupped her face, upside-down, and kissed her forehead. "I love you for it. And everything else."
Cassian sank further into the water, making himself into an armchair for Jyn, and scoffed, "From before us? Well, forget them, then!" Though there was real heartache there. He would give so much to hear how things turned out. But that was the cost of dying in battle: never knowing. Genuinely again, "Who are they?"
For a moment, Jyn couldn't do anything but smile: at the sweet way he kissed her forehead, at the accompanying statement, at the seeming ease with which he took her at her word. Over and over again, she thought that she had never been as understood by anyone as she was by him, but it was more than that, too. There was acceptance there, taking her as she was even when there were things for her to work on. She hoped, at least, that he knew just how true that was for her in turn.
"Two Jedi, a Senator, and another rebel," she rattled off. She might have been prepared to shoot Kallus on sight when she first encountered him, newly arrived and walking off her ship, but she knew better now. Cassian, in fact, was the reason she hadn't done so. He was also the reason why she didn't describe Kallus now more bluntly as a spy, instead alluding more subtly to that particular truth. "He's used the same codename as you, actually."
He tensed a little at the mention of Jedi. It wasn't just that he didn't trust Force-users not to be charlatans; with the Jedi in particular, for the supposed champions of the downtrodden, he'd never seen them out on the Rim.
For the others—
"Which Senator?" though the chances of it being the only one he had a personal connection to were extremely slim, even without time being broken.
Same codename… the only one he shared was—"Fulcrum?"
"That's the one," Jyn replied, and with her eyes still half-closed against the sunlight, gave a soft, crooked smile. "I was seriously thinking about killing him before he said he was a Fulcrum agent. I didn't mention you, or anything—" The last, she added just a bit hastily, not wanting to risk him thinking she might have blown his cover, even in a place where that didn't really matter anymore. "—But it did get me to hear him out."
She was glad now that she had, and not just because dealing with a dead body on her ship would have been a hassle to say the least. She liked Kallus, and perhaps counterintuitively had trusted him more since figuring out that he had defected from the Empire.
"The Senator is Amidala. She was mostly before our time, too."
"Oh?" He was smiling the same way back. "What did he do to deserve death?"
Cassian slowly shook his head as he came up blank on Amidala. He probably should have paid better attention to the Senate… but it had seemed like a bad joke.
"Showed up in an ISB uniform," Jyn answered, trusting that he of all people would then understand the impulse. It wasn't just that she had been furious at the sight of an apparent Imperial, but more that she didn't want to take even the slightest chance of that hateful ideology planting a seed that might take root. Better to snuff it out at the first possibility.
"I didn't believe him that he wasn't an Imp until he gave the name and the phrase with it."
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Cassian laughed. "I've met him. He was the one who brought me to you when I arrived. He thought I was Imperial, from the uniform, until I gave him the name and phrase. Payback."
Jyn let out a laugh of her own at that. It wasn't quite enough to disrupt her precarious balance, but it came close enough to it that she gave up on floating and ducked under the water's surface instead, reemerging a moment later on her own two feet again.
"Well, that worked out, at least," she said. "Glad I didn't wind up actually shooting him on sight."
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Date: 2025-06-07 04:44 am (UTC)He looked worried, and she didn't want him to be, so she brought one hand up to cradle the back of his head, wet fingers sliding into his hair, and kissed him. It was brief, and she dropped back a moment later, but she hoped it would tell him just how beyond forgiven he was.
With a heavy exhale, she shifted her weight. There was really only one thing for her to say in response to all of that, and it wasn't an easy one. "Fact," she said. "The first mission I went on alone for Saw... It was me, and a rifle, on top of a cliff, waiting for some Imp to come by. I did what he'd sent me there to do. So... What I said to you... It wasn't really any better than what you said to me. And I am sorry, Cassian."
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Date: 2025-06-07 09:30 pm (UTC)It was different, (maybe it shouldn't be,) the target being a known enemy versus… but he appreciated her fact. "More than forgiven. As I said… when I think badly about it, it's what I said to you. But I should stop bringing it up. There's nothing more to say about it other than making us both feel unnecessarily worse again. I'm sor—" He caught himself and managed a bit of a smile. "—so I won't."
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Date: 2025-06-07 10:23 pm (UTC)Even then, she had trusted him so quickly, so easily, and then feeling as if she'd had that trust betrayed was angry at herself as much as at him. That seemed like something that would fall into the category he'd just described, things that would make them both feel unnecessarily worse again, so she didn't. More important was knowing that that broken trust had been long, long since repaired.
"More than forgiven," she echoed with a solemn nod, not wanting to seem like she was brushing him off. Then, in an easy, fluid motion, she drew her legs up, arms spread out to her sides so she could float on the water's surface. "Now, come on, is it your turn or mine?" She'd asked the last question, but she had also offered a fact unprompted, so it was hard to say for sure. It didn't actually matter, the game their own and the rules disposable, but it seemed like a good way of steering them away from the subject of that argument for now.
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Date: 2025-06-08 03:24 am (UTC)He rifled through the mental file of her previous Facts he'd wanted to follow up on.
Jyn Erso isn't her legal name here. …But he could guess what it was, now, couldn't he…
She'd lived in and burned down a house. …Could he guess that one, too? It felt somehow manipulative to ask.
It didn't seem fair to bring up things he'd picked up while she was dreaming…
He still often felt like she was holding back, but he'd decided, and promised, not to push.
It was just hard not to think that—
"Status report," he said at last. "I feel like if I could only ask the right question, I'd solve something. But I know it doesn't work like that."
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Date: 2025-06-08 04:00 am (UTC)Within that, there was a fine line to walk. Knowing him, not wanting to be disingenuous and pretend that she didn't know him, also not wanting to take advantage of information she'd gained from, technically, someone else, all of it was a delicate balance to try to strike, not unlike the way she drifted on the surface of the water now. So far, at least since telling him that he'd been here before, she hadn't found it nearly as difficult as she would have expected, but the idea of it was there throughout everything, especially when he said things like that.
"I can hear you thinking," she said, gently, wryly teasing. She stayed as she was, weightless in the water, as she considered his words and how to phrase her response. "There is no right question. But there's no wrong one, either. Anything you ask, I'll answer. Might not solve anything, but it'll be out there, at least."
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Date: 2025-06-08 04:12 am (UTC)It was a strange turn. He'd never for a moment compared Jyn to Bix. Suddenly it was himself he was comparing.
"Fact, I guess," he said, mouth curving at least a bit. "I still feel sometimes like you don't say things because you don't want to ruin my day. If that's the only reason, please say them. But I also said I trust you, and I do.
"So… question: I keep forgetting to ask. You said there were other people here who know about what happened back home. Can I meet them sometime?"
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Date: 2025-06-08 04:31 am (UTC)She wasn't trying to do that now, but he did have a point. There were things she hadn't said because they seemed too heavy for whatever the particular moment was, but that determination wasn't hers alone to make. Left to her own devices, chances were good she wouldn't bring up any of it. She didn't want him to have to push her, or even to feel like he was doing so, but sometimes she needed a little prompting.
"Of course," she answered. This question was easy. "The ones who're still here are all from before us, I think, but there's probably still plenty they could tell you." She breathed in deeply, her chest rising and falling with it. "And all right. It's still... It's not always easy for me to know how to say things. But I will try. I am trying. I trust you, too."
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Date: 2025-06-08 05:16 am (UTC)Cassian sank further into the water, making himself into an armchair for Jyn, and scoffed, "From before us? Well, forget them, then!" Though there was real heartache there. He would give so much to hear how things turned out. But that was the cost of dying in battle: never knowing. Genuinely again, "Who are they?"
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Date: 2025-06-08 05:40 am (UTC)"Two Jedi, a Senator, and another rebel," she rattled off. She might have been prepared to shoot Kallus on sight when she first encountered him, newly arrived and walking off her ship, but she knew better now. Cassian, in fact, was the reason she hadn't done so. He was also the reason why she didn't describe Kallus now more bluntly as a spy, instead alluding more subtly to that particular truth. "He's used the same codename as you, actually."
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Date: 2025-06-09 12:07 am (UTC)For the others—
"Which Senator?" though the chances of it being the only one he had a personal connection to were extremely slim, even without time being broken.
Same codename… the only one he shared was—"Fulcrum?"
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Date: 2025-06-09 12:51 am (UTC)She was glad now that she had, and not just because dealing with a dead body on her ship would have been a hassle to say the least. She liked Kallus, and perhaps counterintuitively had trusted him more since figuring out that he had defected from the Empire.
"The Senator is Amidala. She was mostly before our time, too."
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Date: 2025-06-09 01:13 am (UTC)Cassian slowly shook his head as he came up blank on Amidala. He probably should have paid better attention to the Senate… but it had seemed like a bad joke.
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Date: 2025-06-09 01:30 am (UTC)"I didn't believe him that he wasn't an Imp until he gave the name and the phrase with it."
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Date: 2025-06-09 03:54 am (UTC)Cassian laughed. "I've met him. He was the one who brought me to you when I arrived. He thought I was Imperial, from the uniform, until I gave him the name and phrase. Payback."
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Date: 2025-06-09 04:12 am (UTC)"Well, that worked out, at least," she said. "Glad I didn't wind up actually shooting him on sight."