It's a surprised noise, soft and small. She hates herself, it wouldn't surprise her to know Cassian did as well still. The surprise is that he doesn't. How is she meant to direct her grief if not in self-righteous anger to defend herself from a slight she thinks she actually deserves?
She deflates some, confusion pulling down her shoulders.
The news flashes again with the day's dead and Jyn frowns at the solemn face of Cassian's young girl. She was 15, the same age Jyn had been when she stepped into the arena. Her own tributes are both older than her and both still alive, for now. She doesn't want to get her hopes up but the tiny ember in her chest hasn't gone out yet. Maybe that will make it hurt all the more, maybe that is why she is trying to drown it in drink.
"I'm sorry about Lily." Neither Rowan nor Ash had done it, but the words come out anyway. Helpless. She gulps down half of her drink to avoid saying anything else.
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It's a surprised noise, soft and small. She hates herself, it wouldn't surprise her to know Cassian did as well still. The surprise is that he doesn't. How is she meant to direct her grief if not in self-righteous anger to defend herself from a slight she thinks she actually deserves?
She deflates some, confusion pulling down her shoulders.
The news flashes again with the day's dead and Jyn frowns at the solemn face of Cassian's young girl. She was 15, the same age Jyn had been when she stepped into the arena. Her own tributes are both older than her and both still alive, for now. She doesn't want to get her hopes up but the tiny ember in her chest hasn't gone out yet. Maybe that will make it hurt all the more, maybe that is why she is trying to drown it in drink.
"I'm sorry about Lily." Neither Rowan nor Ash had done it, but the words come out anyway. Helpless. She gulps down half of her drink to avoid saying anything else.