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Feb. 7th, 2018 12:37 amBy the time they're allowed to leave what was once Hernando and Lito's engagement party, Jyn wants nothing more than to hit something. Darrow's police may not be stormtroopers, but they seem to serve close enough to the same function, and answering their questions feels too much like being interrogated, or as if they might find out the long list of charges she incurred under various aliases before this place and decide that she's guilty enough to take in for something. That doesn't happen, of course, and she doesn't tell them anything that they didn't already know. Still, it leaves her tense and restless, her hands — still stained red from blood that isn't her own — staying balled into fists through the whole trip back to the house. Cassian's presence helps, as it always does, but not enough to calm her nerves entirely.
It's stupid, really. She can't quite stop thinking so. More times than she can count, she's been in situations worse than this, seen a higher body count. Everyone today got lucky. She and Cassian are unharmed; Hernando and Lito are hurt, but they'll be alright, and that's all worth being grateful for. It feels a little as if a line has been crossed, though. For all that she may be used to violence like this and then some, the two men who were meant to be celebrating today aren't, and that's not something that should have had to follow them, that they should ever have had to become acquainted with. There won't be any shaking that now. There's no undoing it. She knows that from experience.
Finally getting herself clean helps clear her head a little, too. Jyn even spends longer than her usual perfunctory few minutes standing under the hot water, leaving her bloodstained clothes on the bathroom floor when she wraps a towel around herself and heads back into the bedroom, immediately looking for something of Cassian's she can put on.
"We should order something for dinner," she says, sounding just a little distant, no real thought behind the words. "I don't know if I could actually eat, but it would be good to have something on hand. And once I get in bed, I'm not leaving the house again tonight."
It's stupid, really. She can't quite stop thinking so. More times than she can count, she's been in situations worse than this, seen a higher body count. Everyone today got lucky. She and Cassian are unharmed; Hernando and Lito are hurt, but they'll be alright, and that's all worth being grateful for. It feels a little as if a line has been crossed, though. For all that she may be used to violence like this and then some, the two men who were meant to be celebrating today aren't, and that's not something that should have had to follow them, that they should ever have had to become acquainted with. There won't be any shaking that now. There's no undoing it. She knows that from experience.
Finally getting herself clean helps clear her head a little, too. Jyn even spends longer than her usual perfunctory few minutes standing under the hot water, leaving her bloodstained clothes on the bathroom floor when she wraps a towel around herself and heads back into the bedroom, immediately looking for something of Cassian's she can put on.
"We should order something for dinner," she says, sounding just a little distant, no real thought behind the words. "I don't know if I could actually eat, but it would be good to have something on hand. And once I get in bed, I'm not leaving the house again tonight."
