[when that man took away my mother and my father and left me all alone . Cassian remembered how Jyn had started back toward the man in white, lying crumpled where Cassian had shot him—and Cassian had held onto her arm and pulled her back to him by it, forcing her not to make the very kind of decision Cassian had once made… Had that been right of him, really for her, or just selfish, not wanting to spend the end of his life on war…?
When she sobbed, and her grip tightened on his arm, he instinctively sat further upright on his knees, bringing his arms and face and everything closer to her.
Twice, she'd lost or given up a possible child… at least once, one she'd wanted… All the pain Cassian had ever felt for his own sacrifice—what he'd considered just cost for just cause—he could never let himself have something that mattered more to him than the work… and, just like Jyn it sounded like, he couldn't trust the universe enough to give it another child… He brought up his other hand to wrap around hers, protecting her hand between both of his, warm and close. And refrained from offering now, but would later, to go with her to medical and stay with her the whole time and be her intermediary if she wanted one, if she ever did want to find out more.
…even if that meant selling the only thing I had to give. His eyes flickered down to their hands, hers still encased by his, and he gently squeezed. He understood completely. He, at least, had had the Rebellion. Had she been entirely on her own…?
Here we are.
Looking into her face again, Cassian removed one of his hands from around hers—to reach up, cup her cheek, and use his thumb to brush away the tears from under one of her eyes.
I was ready to go, too. Because I had you.
But what he responded to, softly, was about Galen:]
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Date: 2019-06-29 05:32 am (UTC)When she sobbed, and her grip tightened on his arm, he instinctively sat further upright on his knees, bringing his arms and face and everything closer to her.
Twice, she'd lost or given up a possible child… at least once, one she'd wanted… All the pain Cassian had ever felt for his own sacrifice—what he'd considered just cost for just cause—he could never let himself have something that mattered more to him than the work… and, just like Jyn it sounded like, he couldn't trust the universe enough to give it another child… He brought up his other hand to wrap around hers, protecting her hand between both of his, warm and close. And refrained from offering now, but would later, to go with her to medical and stay with her the whole time and be her intermediary if she wanted one, if she ever did want to find out more.
…even if that meant selling the only thing I had to give. His eyes flickered down to their hands, hers still encased by his, and he gently squeezed. He understood completely. He, at least, had had the Rebellion. Had she been entirely on her own…?
Here we are.
Looking into her face again, Cassian removed one of his hands from around hers—to reach up, cup her cheek, and use his thumb to brush away the tears from under one of her eyes.
I was ready to go, too. Because I had you.
But what he responded to, softly, was about Galen:]
Did you get to speak to him at all? At the end?