In the middle of this City, a YT-1300 freighter should stick out like an electronic thumb. Instead, irrationally, it seemed like a shred of normalcy.
…Except, no, it didn't. It was the woman on the ramp. Ever since seeing her, the lack of her in the rest of his life had seemed aberrant. The way starvation might be how you live every day, but you never feel normal and well and complete until you've had food. Except Jyn wasn't just how she made him feel; she… …she…
The gaping of internal bleeding had gone away, as had all the pain, suggesting… He daren't think what it suggested, because his imagination didn't go to healed before it went to death. But he couldn't be dead, because then she would be, and surely death wouldn't have her wearing that adorable oversized shirt.
Also, why would death have this miniature Wookiee hopping at his ankles? He tore his eyes from Jyn long enough to attempt a greeting in Shyriiwook. The animal sat on its haunches and stared. Good enough. Cassian looked back up at Jyn.
He couldn't restrain himself more than that. He all-but ran to the bottom of the ramp, one hand closing on the bar.
He stopped. He wanted more than anything to take her in his arms. But even after he'd become a killer, he dreaded more than anything doing something like that unwanted. And the way she was looking at him…
"Jyn," was at last all he insufficiently could say. No, no, do better… "I don't know… anything."
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…Except, no, it didn't. It was the woman on the ramp. Ever since seeing her, the lack of her in the rest of his life had seemed aberrant. The way starvation might be how you live every day, but you never feel normal and well and complete until you've had food. Except Jyn wasn't just how she made him feel; she… …she…
The gaping of internal bleeding had gone away, as had all the pain, suggesting… He daren't think what it suggested, because his imagination didn't go to healed before it went to death. But he couldn't be dead, because then she would be, and surely death wouldn't have her wearing that adorable oversized shirt.
Also, why would death have this miniature Wookiee hopping at his ankles? He tore his eyes from Jyn long enough to attempt a greeting in Shyriiwook. The animal sat on its haunches and stared. Good enough. Cassian looked back up at Jyn.
He couldn't restrain himself more than that. He all-but ran to the bottom of the ramp, one hand closing on the bar.
He stopped. He wanted more than anything to take her in his arms. But even after he'd become a killer, he dreaded more than anything doing something like that unwanted. And the way she was looking at him…
"Jyn," was at last all he insufficiently could say. No, no, do better… "I don't know… anything."