Date: 2025-05-03 09:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] nextchance

The phrasing of the question might have been deliberate, or it might not. Jyn wasn't about to try to guess one way or the other. Her answer would be the same regardless: "Tanith," rolling off her tongue as easily as if it was the name she'd been born with. As a teenager on her own in the galaxy, she'd learned the hard way that she needed to have answers ahead of time, to be able to talk about herself without actually talking about herself.

Tanith Ponta was Alderaanian, comfortably middle-class until her parents died in a speeder crash. After that, she'd been shuttled between disinterested relatives, eventually setting out on her own. There were no roots put down anywhere and no one close enough to turn to if she was in trouble.

She and Jyn Erso had that last part in common.

Jyn, as Tanith, watched him, the way he leaned away from her, movements telegraphed as if to reassure her. She still didn't trust him, but it wasn't personal. She didn't make a habit of trusting anyone.

"You?"

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