[For a long moment, Jyn could only clutch Cassian's hand all the tighter still, her ragged breathing the only noise emanating from her as she listened. She would probably always feel some measure of guilt about not reassuring his father in his last moments that she bore no ill will toward him, that she still loved him ...
But maybe Cassian was right. Maybe she had given him something akin to hope, that his efforts had not been in vain, that someone had been listening, that someone was going to do something, and if that was the best she could have done, maybe she should take solace in having had even the smallest opportunity to give him an iota of peace.
She dropped her head again, and the dam burst, sending torrets of scalding tears - perhaps all the tears she'd been holding back for so long - cascading down her cheeks, leaving great big wet spots as they hit their clasped hands and slid down to her thighs, soaking in to her worn trousers.
Finally - eventually, when she could breathe again, when the tears slowed, but did not cease - ]
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Date: 2019-06-29 07:37 pm (UTC)But maybe Cassian was right. Maybe she had given him something akin to hope, that his efforts had not been in vain, that someone had been listening, that someone was going to do something, and if that was the best she could have done, maybe she should take solace in having had even the smallest opportunity to give him an iota of peace.
She dropped her head again, and the dam burst, sending torrets of scalding tears - perhaps all the tears she'd been holding back for so long - cascading down her cheeks, leaving great big wet spots as they hit their clasped hands and slid down to her thighs, soaking in to her worn trousers.
Finally - eventually, when she could breathe again, when the tears slowed, but did not cease - ]
Thank you.