"I stopped waiting for him a long time ago," Jyn says, that touch of petulance creeping into her voice again. It still isn't directed at or because of Lincoln. It's just hard to avoid, her father's presence bringing back so many of the feelings she's tried to bury since she was a child, turning hurt into hatred because it was easier to grapple with. If she hated him, she didn't have to miss him. If she hated him, she wouldn't still be a scared little girl, waiting alone in the dark for someone who'd abandoned her. Better to put all of that behind her, to keep the cave sealed shut.

"And he... He might have been thinking about me all that time, but it's not like there was any way for me to know that. All I knew was that he was gone."

Maybe the best thing, the bravest thing, would be just to say that outright, but she's not sure she has it in her. It's not a vulnerability she shares with many people, certainly not the father who left her so many years ago.