[ she leads him by the hand to the bed, and he follows. just as promised a scant few days ago, if even, he follows her to their bed as easily as he'd followed her to scarif. easier. and when she motions for him to sit, he does without letting go of her hand. he does without looking at her face, either. this is jyn, and she might be the safest place in kenos, the safest place he's ever known, but he can't bear to think how he must look. what story his face, his eyes, the set to his mouth must reveal.
he'd lied to melshi a matter of minutes after finding out he'd been orphaned for the second time in his life. but melshi didn't know him as well then as he did later, as jyn does. she would see right through any false assurances. and, in truth, he doesn't have the heart to make them. this manifestation of the blight, these mirrors, managed to reach through his ribs and pull something very old and very broken and very raw into the light. and, to his credit, amos had been kinder than some would've been. than many might've been. but the kindness can hurt too; pressure on a wound can still be enough to crack a fragile surface. jyn, so far, has trod carefully, and he's grateful for that, but even her kindness could become a knife if misapplied. ]
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he'd lied to melshi a matter of minutes after finding out he'd been orphaned for the second time in his life. but melshi didn't know him as well then as he did later, as jyn does. she would see right through any false assurances. and, in truth, he doesn't have the heart to make them. this manifestation of the blight, these mirrors, managed to reach through his ribs and pull something very old and very broken and very raw into the light. and, to his credit, amos had been kinder than some would've been. than many might've been. but the kindness can hurt too; pressure on a wound can still be enough to crack a fragile surface. jyn, so far, has trod carefully, and he's grateful for that, but even her kindness could become a knife if misapplied. ]