Jyn offers Tupac Amaru III a perfunctory kiss on the head, not nearly as much enthusiasm as was bestowed upon Sofia herself. "Love you too, Amroo."
Her head tilts to look up at Cassian, watching the smile on his face as he watches his daughter exist. She'd spent most of her youth in love with him, delighting in being loved in return, enough that she knows the feeling intimately. It was easy back then, emboldened by the immortality of youth and her own natural inclination to recklessness.
She knows the feeling still because it's still there, or is there again. She doesn't know, maybe it was a volcano lying dormant and now it's active again. Maybe you don't ever stop loving your first love.
Life and age have stoked some fear in her -- abandonment, which he had never; loneliness, which she never feels with him -- that tempers a fair share of the reckless abandon of her youth. But not enough to keep it from slipping out as she looks at him.
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Her head tilts to look up at Cassian, watching the smile on his face as he watches his daughter exist. She'd spent most of her youth in love with him, delighting in being loved in return, enough that she knows the feeling intimately. It was easy back then, emboldened by the immortality of youth and her own natural inclination to recklessness.
She knows the feeling still because it's still there, or is there again. She doesn't know, maybe it was a volcano lying dormant and now it's active again. Maybe you don't ever stop loving your first love.
Life and age have stoked some fear in her -- abandonment, which he had never; loneliness, which she never feels with him -- that tempers a fair share of the reckless abandon of her youth. But not enough to keep it from slipping out as she looks at him.
"And you."