Parka (The Only Thing She Had Left) – Chapter 11

sleepykalena:

@captainandors i’m back again with the final angst chapter before things actually get better!

Sorry this whole thing is taking more than a year, but I hope the word count and worldbuilding make up for it a little bit D:

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Jyn’s eyes snapped open and she found herself sitting cross-legged on the floor of an unfamiliar room with a harsh chill striking her tear-streaked cheeks. Her chest felt like it was folding in on itself, forcing her breathing to race faster- was she panicking?

She heard a quiet, but contemplative hum from Chirrut to her left, and her head whipped in that direction to find him likewise sitting cross-legged on the floor. Only then was she able to remember where she was, and why she was there.

“It seems like you’re internalizing a lot, Little Sister,” he remarked, frowning.

There was a scoff behind her, followed by a much deeper voice. “Of course she would be, after a loss like that.” Jyn turned around to find Baze leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, regarding Chirrut with a frown of his own. “Even Guardians have had difficulties dealing with the loss of a loved one.”

Chirrut shot him a look. “We did not lose a loved one,” he insisted, and it continued to amaze Jyn that Chirrut seemed to be steadfast in denying the obvious. “I am helping her learn to heal from her pain; only then can she clear the paths in her mind.”

“There is more than one way to heal from the pain,” Baze rebutted, “but forcing Little Sister to recall memories of The Captain isn’t one of them.”

Jyn winced. Even if she still couldn’t understand the whole point of this exercise, she knew what fighting words sounded like.

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Parka (The Only Thing She Had Left) – Chapter 11