[ jyn wants to be able to articulate the nightmare of the man in white, how he had taken so many people she loved, how when cassian fell, silent save for the crunch of fragile bones against metal that echoed like a horrible drumbeat in her mind when she closed her eyes, how she almost fell too, how she had to convince herself to be brave to keep fighting when she knew she'd lost everything.
but she's not good at words; clearly not or the council would have listened and maybe they all wouldn't have died on that beautiful, picturesque planet, caked in ash and sand and blood, stinking of sweat and death. ]
I can't stop thinking about it.
[ she doesn't know how to explain why it infuriated her because she doesn't know how to parse her own emotions, she never has. she tucked them too far away for too long. ]
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but she's not good at words; clearly not or the council would have listened and maybe they all wouldn't have died on that beautiful, picturesque planet, caked in ash and sand and blood, stinking of sweat and death. ]
I can't stop thinking about it.
[ she doesn't know how to explain why it infuriated her because she doesn't know how to parse her own emotions, she never has. she tucked them too far away for too long. ]