[ jyn points, accusingly, at the fresh scar on cassian's side, ignoring the entire rest of the conversation. he doesn't get to be blasé about his injuries because jyn felt him flagging in her arms, frail and weak and unable to stand. she was fine, her injuries were recoverable; injuries she had recovered from before.
it was different with cassian. ]
You weren't.
[ he'd fallen and she'd thought he'd died, she'd thought the man in white had taken more of her family from her. she reaches out to grab his wrist. ]
You weren't.
[ jyn has always tried to weaponize her emotions -- they can't hurt you if you use them to hurt someone else. now she actually physically can; now she can force cassian to feel the same panic that make her chest feel like it was caving in, like the darkness was enveloping her, like the split second she'd thought about letting go from the tower and falling next to him would have been an acceptable choice. ]
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it was different with cassian. ]
You weren't.
[ he'd fallen and she'd thought he'd died, she'd thought the man in white had taken more of her family from her. she reaches out to grab his wrist. ]
You weren't.
[ jyn has always tried to weaponize her emotions -- they can't hurt you if you use them to hurt someone else. now she actually physically can; now she can force cassian to feel the same panic that make her chest feel like it was caving in, like the darkness was enveloping her, like the split second she'd thought about letting go from the tower and falling next to him would have been an acceptable choice. ]