《 No one had ever taught Jyn Erso how to stay, so she had to leave. 》
She ran to the ends of the galaxy to escape the blazing pain of being alive, when she shouldn’t be.
She
was good at jumping from planet to planet, but Cassian was way better
at tracking people down. It was what he did for a living—Jyn couldn’t
run far enough away for him not to find her.
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Extract:
His contact on the ground had pointed him in direction of an inconspicuous tavern situated on one of the major outlaw arteries of the city. She sure had a way of picking volatile environments to hide out in, just like that time he arrived too late to catch up to her on Takodana. The memory almost made him smile, but he would wait until he had found her for that.
Cassian was not worried because of the place—all of the places—she had chosen to go to, he was worried because of the place she had chosen to leave. You .
Waking up that morning on Yavin-4 to find out that Jyn Erso was gone without a word had been brutal. How did you get up from something like that?
Cassian had been ready to die on that beach, and he would’ve been content. But the moment he held her in his arms, she had ruined everyone else for him. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else after that—but somehow, death got delayed. And now he was left to deal with that , because being alive wasn’t good enough if it meant being without her.
Maybe he should’ve let her be. After all, she was free to leave if she wanted to. But Cassian saw way too much of himself in Jyn—and the mirror did hurt like broken glass. That wasn’t something he could simply let go of, and he didn’t want to. Besides, she didn’t want for him to let go either.
“I’m looking for a woman named Kestrel. Buzz any circuits?”
say you love me 