He isn't apologizing because she'll think he's to blame as the one delivering the news, but he is sorry for the pain he knows she's feeling. Darrow isn't all that different from the world he's come from in this sense, in the way it just takes people away and never gives them back. Over the years, Lincoln has lost so many people he loves to war or to the Mountain Men or to disease they were unable to prevent and he's so terribly sorry that someone he loves so much now is experiencing that same pain.
There's barely any distance between them and Lincoln closes it, sliding his arm around Jyn, leaning close to her. It hurts him, too, because he had really liked Cassian, had enjoyed the friendship they were building, one that had perhaps begun because they both loved Jyn so much, but had also developed into something in its own right. It hurts him, but he knows what he feels is barely even a fraction of what she's feeling.
"I'm so sorry, Jyn," he says again, leaning his forehead against her hair.
no subject
He isn't apologizing because she'll think he's to blame as the one delivering the news, but he is sorry for the pain he knows she's feeling. Darrow isn't all that different from the world he's come from in this sense, in the way it just takes people away and never gives them back. Over the years, Lincoln has lost so many people he loves to war or to the Mountain Men or to disease they were unable to prevent and he's so terribly sorry that someone he loves so much now is experiencing that same pain.
There's barely any distance between them and Lincoln closes it, sliding his arm around Jyn, leaning close to her. It hurts him, too, because he had really liked Cassian, had enjoyed the friendship they were building, one that had perhaps begun because they both loved Jyn so much, but had also developed into something in its own right. It hurts him, but he knows what he feels is barely even a fraction of what she's feeling.
"I'm so sorry, Jyn," he says again, leaning his forehead against her hair.