[Have you knowingly deceived me since then?] No. Never.
[Do you really think that I'm so innocent myself?] I think you've seen everything there is to see in this universe. [But I also wonder, if you… if you've… …he didn't want to land them in that game of trading sins; didn't want to coerce her into confessing anything to him, because she didn't have to, even were it his call. And wasn't sure, in the face of what she was laying out before him, for him, he could go back into his own either.
It's good, it's so good. The heart she described contracted and ached and took his breath with it.
I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Maybe he wasn't protesting enough. Maybe he should now enumerate to her his every crime; every time he hurt someone when he didn't have to, his life hadn't depended on it and there had been other options; every time he'd met someone, while undercover, who wanted to leave the Empire, and he'd not only not taken them out with him but browbeaten them back into Imperial submission, just because of his lousy cover; every time he'd faked intimacy with someone in a way they didn't know was violating them; every time he'd chosen the right move, where Jyn—as far as he'd seen—would choose what was right.
But her words stole his voice. And when he regained any of it, he could only breathe,]
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Date: 2019-08-19 06:41 am (UTC)[Do you really think that I'm so innocent myself?] I think you've seen everything there is to see in this universe. [But I also wonder, if you… if you've… …he didn't want to land them in that game of trading sins; didn't want to coerce her into confessing anything to him, because she didn't have to, even were it his call. And wasn't sure, in the face of what she was laying out before him, for him, he could go back into his own either.
It's good, it's so good. The heart she described contracted and ached and took his breath with it.
I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Maybe he wasn't protesting enough. Maybe he should now enumerate to her his every crime; every time he hurt someone when he didn't have to, his life hadn't depended on it and there had been other options; every time he'd met someone, while undercover, who wanted to leave the Empire, and he'd not only not taken them out with him but browbeaten them back into Imperial submission, just because of his lousy cover; every time he'd faked intimacy with someone in a way they didn't know was violating them; every time he'd chosen the right move, where Jyn—as far as he'd seen—would choose what was right.
But her words stole his voice. And when he regained any of it, he could only breathe,]
I love you, Jyn.