[that'd been about her exact reaction sitting at the table, receiving these plans through private communion. it'd still been her reaction days later, long after the whole thing was over. jyn has thought about that a lot in the time since, that willingness, eager willingness, on the part of some people in zenith to turn the tide in its favor and getting caught up in all the bantha shit everyone does.

it'd been an insult to anyone who'd actually been there to try to do something in good faith.

only problem with relaying this now is: she's not good with names. she's shit with names. fuck if she could even remember her cellmate's name on wobani now, much less than when she'd still been in there.]

The... white-haired man on the Zenith side.

[she scrunches her face, takes another minute to think — because she really is trying here. then:]

Cid? I think that was his name.

[that sounds right. anyway,]

He told me in private that he was willing to be the unarmed diplomat and die to escalate tensions with Meridian.