Ā Ā Ā Ā he had been expecting the first rebuff,Ā barely even reacting to it beyond a quirked eyebrow. heād seen war, and seen it up-close ā what bombs and blasters did to human bodies. so though she wasnāt wrong in saying that it wasnāt an emergency, it was not yet going to be something that he let jyn tend to herself. he figured that it was something that sheād had to do often before ā- heal alone.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā when she rounded on him, cassian stood his ground.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āyes,ā he answered simply, truthfully. they had wanted her for saw, and then for galen. and she gave them both. the rebellion, the cause, always came first. the usefulness of a trouble-making girl who could stand to see imperial flags flying above had run out as far as the alliance was concerned. and yet ā-Ā ābut i didnāt leave you then, either.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā then;Ā eadu.
Ā Ā Ā Ā heād grown tired of having this same conversation, and barely refrained from lifting his hand from where it hung by his side to pinch at the bridge of his nose.Ā āfine, another deal then.ā if that was how jyn worked, in deals, in self-serving trade-offs, then he would acquiesce.Ā āyou let me tend to that,ā a tip of his head towards her bloodstained sleeve,Ā āand then i leave you be.ā
HER JAW STIFFENED AT HIS ANSWER-- only a handful of words, of plainest truths, and yet they ushered in a turmoil so familiar. she couldnāt quite name it, but it felt an old friend. for once, she had nothing to say, disarmed by his so frank an argument, the daggers readied at the tip of her tongue stolen away. behind those guarded eyes was a hatch, old and battered, and it had just sprung a fresh leak. from within seeped old memories she was done with, things she no longer wanted to hear or remember.
no, he hadnāt left her, like so many others had, but that didnāt stop her asking why.
she searched his expression for a flaw; a crack in his defenses, anything she could use to turn the tables, call him a liar and free herself from the uncertainty. but Jyn couldnāt find a damn thing, not even a dent. it made her uncomfortable, and she considered running, but he wasnāt finished apparently.
and at the offer of a way out of this, she would, albeit reluctantly, concede. it took a minute, but eventually she mustered the sarcasm to actually voice her resignation, the hardness in her regard somewhat restored.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā... shouldāve said so earlier.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā maybe then he mightāve made this a little easier on himself.
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