Of course he didn't. More likely than not, he didn't even know how true that was. If he was fresh from Scarif, then it stood to reason that he didn't know anything that happened here before, or even that there was a before. The way he responded to Sprinkles confirmed it, the Shyriiwook greeting at once both endearing and devastating. It was him, but it wasn't him as he'd once been here.
Jyn didn't know what to do, how to feel. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to hide. To cry, either out of grief or relief or both. To pull him to her and hold on so tight he'd never be able to leave her again. He'd taken a part of her with him when he disappeared, leaving an empty, gaping hole in its place. Try as she might to ignore it, that wound was one that would never fully mend. Even now, she wasn't sure if it had reopened or taken the tiniest step toward healing with his presence. All she could be sure of was that, just as he had back on Yavin IV, when he brought her an army and gave her a home, he'd just thrown her entire world off-kilter again.
Just the sound of her name on his lips again, once so familiar, left her feeling broken open. As if to compensate, she remained still, summoning up whatever stoicism she could. She sort of doubted it would work. He'd been able to see through her practically from the moment they met.
"You should— You should come inside," she said, her intended run entirely forgotten now. "Come sit. Or something." Stars, but this distance felt as wrong as it felt impossible to breach. "Are you hurt?"
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Jyn didn't know what to do, how to feel. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to hide. To cry, either out of grief or relief or both. To pull him to her and hold on so tight he'd never be able to leave her again. He'd taken a part of her with him when he disappeared, leaving an empty, gaping hole in its place. Try as she might to ignore it, that wound was one that would never fully mend. Even now, she wasn't sure if it had reopened or taken the tiniest step toward healing with his presence. All she could be sure of was that, just as he had back on Yavin IV, when he brought her an army and gave her a home, he'd just thrown her entire world off-kilter again.
Just the sound of her name on his lips again, once so familiar, left her feeling broken open. As if to compensate, she remained still, summoning up whatever stoicism she could. She sort of doubted it would work. He'd been able to see through her practically from the moment they met.
"You should— You should come inside," she said, her intended run entirely forgotten now. "Come sit. Or something." Stars, but this distance felt as wrong as it felt impossible to breach. "Are you hurt?"