also for the fic prompts (you asked for it) do you believe in ghosts?

estherlyon:

I don’t know what this is:

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Jyn was told to trust in the Force once. The woman whose cold fingers tied a string with a crystal pendant around her neck as she said it, however, was gone from her life right after that moment. She had no one how to teach her how it worked, how to pray. Whenever she felt desperate, alone or simply nervous, Jyn would wrap her hand around the kyber at her chest and hear her mother’s words again and again.

She refused to attribute their survival to the Force alone, no matter what Chirrut said of it, as he laid half-sedated in the medbay afterwards. In her reckoning, they got out because Bodhi was brave, because Baze was strong, because she had stayed on Cassian’s face telling him not to leave her, shamelessly imploring him not to add to the number of people who had done so. He had nodded, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head from blood loss, but his pulse thrummed faintly under her fingertips as they plunged into hyperspace and days later he woke up with something akin to a smile in the edges of his tired eyes when they focused on her.

Jyn admitted, though, she felt inclined to learn about the Force when a blond, blue-eyed boy did the impossible. People were saying he had shut off his computer before delivering the final hit to her father’s creation, and her crystal felt warm to the touch these days.

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