His eyes are beautiful when he is furious, Jyn notes, taking his warm, sure hand with her own cold fingers. Incandescent. That is the word for him. Passionately enraged beneath a dispassionate mask.
She doesn't say thank you, she can't despite knowing it is expected of her. Instead her head jerks in a nod, some feeble approximation of a smile struggling to stay on her own expression. She invited his fury so she doesn't bother to look away or shield herself from it, studying her sabotage up close.
Hadriana sets off on a long winded speech Jyn has heard ten times so far about how even those from humble backgrounds can become great. How Jyn came from nothing, orphaned at the age of eight, left to be raised under the tutelage of a disgraced Victor who hadn't a worthwhile Tribute since his own victory -- Jyn's fingers tighten automatically before she drops Cassian's hand all together, irritated again that Hadriana speaks of these slaughtered children the way she does -- and finally sent into the Games herself, to find victory!
She's of half a mind to snatch the microphone and tell the truth, that she hasn't been orphaned at all, her father is in the Capital designing these Games and Jyn was left as a constant threat after her mother was slaughtered right in front of them both. Akshaya and Albina's presence stops her. She doesn't want them caught up in any mess she makes. She'll have to do it on her own time.
Eventually Hadriana winds down and gestures Jyn to the microphone. She knows she is supposed to say that the District's tributes fought bravely and other dumb, meaningless shit that won't bring any solace to the families sitting on the small stage erected for them so that the entire square can witness their grief.
Instead, Jyn steps up to the center of the stage. She licks her lips, looking out at the grieving district, and murmurs, "I'm sorry," before she turns and walks off the stage.
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She doesn't say thank you, she can't despite knowing it is expected of her. Instead her head jerks in a nod, some feeble approximation of a smile struggling to stay on her own expression. She invited his fury so she doesn't bother to look away or shield herself from it, studying her sabotage up close.
Hadriana sets off on a long winded speech Jyn has heard ten times so far about how even those from humble backgrounds can become great. How Jyn came from nothing, orphaned at the age of eight, left to be raised under the tutelage of a disgraced Victor who hadn't a worthwhile Tribute since his own victory -- Jyn's fingers tighten automatically before she drops Cassian's hand all together, irritated again that Hadriana speaks of these slaughtered children the way she does -- and finally sent into the Games herself, to find victory!
She's of half a mind to snatch the microphone and tell the truth, that she hasn't been orphaned at all, her father is in the Capital designing these Games and Jyn was left as a constant threat after her mother was slaughtered right in front of them both. Akshaya and Albina's presence stops her. She doesn't want them caught up in any mess she makes. She'll have to do it on her own time.
Eventually Hadriana winds down and gestures Jyn to the microphone. She knows she is supposed to say that the District's tributes fought bravely and other dumb, meaningless shit that won't bring any solace to the families sitting on the small stage erected for them so that the entire square can witness their grief.
Instead, Jyn steps up to the center of the stage. She licks her lips, looking out at the grieving district, and murmurs, "I'm sorry," before she turns and walks off the stage.