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Jyn Erso ([personal profile] nextchance) wrote 2025-05-05 05:52 pm (UTC)

Jyn led him through the ship's corridors entirely on instinct, sparing a moment to be quietly grateful that it had become so familiar to her now. Not home — she wouldn't go that far, wouldn't allow herself that again — but some approximation of it. The Falcon had been in Darrow even longer than she had, and passed through she wasn't even sure how many hands before it wound up in hers. She had grown fond of it, though, enough to call it her own.

Now, when she could barely think straight, it helped to know it so well, to have one task she could relegate to autopilot while she continued to wonder what the hell she was doing and what the hell she should do.

"The end," she answered. What she meant was, you. With the world ending and their deaths on the horizon, racing toward them, everything had come down to him. There'd been peace in that, a feeling that couldn't have been farther from her in that moment. "Same as you, right?"

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