Yesterday. It seems like longer than she thought, except Jyn has just enough awareness to know that she couldn't have possibly have determined that one way or the other. Time, while she's been down here, has both stood still and dragged on indefinitely. She doesn't know when yesterday even was, from her own perspective. Now that she isn't alone and isn't quite so lost, it's frightening to consider how this could have happened, how she spent so long just shut down. As she glances back behind her, though, taking Lincoln's hand with one unsteady, dirt-smudged one, she's not sure how she could have done otherwise, transported somehow into the worst part of her past. Even knowing what Darrow can do and the ways in which the past can come back to haunt a person, this seems distinctly, disorientingly wrong.
"Sorry," she says quietly, finally pulling herself up to the surface. The sky is grey, a light rain falling, like on Lah'mu the day Saw came for her, but this is clearly the yard of her house, where she was all along. Gradually, things are starting to become a little clearer, no matter how off-kilter and ill she feels over this whole thing. Even having been unable to help it, she's a little guilty, too, over having inadvertently stood Lincoln and their students up, realizing that if he worried, others must have as well.
"I think... I think I woke up here." It fits. If she woke up there, of course she wouldn't know how she got there, or be able to make sense of where or when she was. Nodding slowly to herself, she frowns. She doesn't swing the hatch shut yet, sitting on the ground and looking down into it again for a moment before turning back towards Lincoln. "Does Cassian think I left?"
It wouldn't be the first time, and she couldn't blame him if she did, but she hates the thought of it all the same, mostly for that reason. Now that she's got some grasp on reality, she has to find out what she's missed.
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"Sorry," she says quietly, finally pulling herself up to the surface. The sky is grey, a light rain falling, like on Lah'mu the day Saw came for her, but this is clearly the yard of her house, where she was all along. Gradually, things are starting to become a little clearer, no matter how off-kilter and ill she feels over this whole thing. Even having been unable to help it, she's a little guilty, too, over having inadvertently stood Lincoln and their students up, realizing that if he worried, others must have as well.
"I think... I think I woke up here." It fits. If she woke up there, of course she wouldn't know how she got there, or be able to make sense of where or when she was. Nodding slowly to herself, she frowns. She doesn't swing the hatch shut yet, sitting on the ground and looking down into it again for a moment before turning back towards Lincoln. "Does Cassian think I left?"
It wouldn't be the first time, and she couldn't blame him if she did, but she hates the thought of it all the same, mostly for that reason. Now that she's got some grasp on reality, she has to find out what she's missed.