@sgterso 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: “I don’t trust you.” Jyn doesn't trust anyone. The words come out harshly, bluntly, bitten off at the tip of her tongue. The next words are softer, a bit more hesitant, “Not yet.”
❝𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃,❞ 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚃 that was equal parts rueful self-derision and a nod to the long cavalcade of names and faces he managed to outlive, outmaneuver, or just plain forget. he could recall them if he tried, these dozens of past associates, sailing in and out of his memory like phantoms that only materialized after one too many hard drinks. but he wasn’t trying, not now—or ever, if he could help it; his focus was on the reportedly important datapad in his hands, twice-fried by blaster fire and now reduced to what resembled cooled slag.
it was only when han caught the half-murmured continuation and peered up that he recognized the abrupt shift. it seemed somewhere, at some point, their bantering had warped into something else altogether. pausing long enough for the moment to stretch out and fray at the edges, han then set the datapad on the counter, its shattered screen flashing erratically before surrendering to a final, ominous blackness, as though he needed a bad omen trying too damned hard to make a point.
❝figured you’d say it at some point.❞ the words were remarkably subdued, a far cry from the dramatic reaction jyn might have expected. but han had nothing better to offer, considering her sudden confession—that she didn’t trust him—had come out of nowhere, like a sucker punch to the jaw he should’ve seen coming but somehow didn’t. ❝can’t say i blame you. we’ve both changed a lot since the old days.❞
admittedly, a few years ago, a conversation like this would’ve blindsided him, left him floundering for the right words to obscure the bewilderment that always had a way of mutating into irritation, and then, with negligible provocation, into outright anger. but now, there was little else to behold but what she had tacked on. anymore. the word hung in the silence between them, mocking him. had she ever really trusted him? did it even matter now?
