intellectually, jyn had known this. han is all grey hair and laugh lines, a tired gruffness borne of being too long in the fight -- baze was the same, weathered. jyn hadn't known han when he was young, but she remembers leia organa; alderaan's beloved princess with her intricate hair and flowing dresses, younger than jyn though not by much.
she makes a noise, a helpless, startled laugh and takes leia's hand with her own bare hand almost automatically. ]
No problem.
[ a weak answer, but equally as automatic as the handshake. leia isn't han relaying the end of the war to her, leia received the plans, leia was the one listening. jyn is finally meeting the person on the other end of the line and it's throwing her for a loop. it doesn't quite stop the thin thread of tired bitterness that touches her words. ]
I'm sure not being able to thank me was closer to the bottom of her list of regrets.
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intellectually, jyn had known this. han is all grey hair and laugh lines, a tired gruffness borne of being too long in the fight -- baze was the same, weathered. jyn hadn't known han when he was young, but she remembers leia organa; alderaan's beloved princess with her intricate hair and flowing dresses, younger than jyn though not by much.
she makes a noise, a helpless, startled laugh and takes leia's hand with her own bare hand almost automatically. ]
No problem.
[ a weak answer, but equally as automatic as the handshake. leia isn't han relaying the end of the war to her, leia received the plans, leia was the one listening. jyn is finally meeting the person on the other end of the line and it's throwing her for a loop. it doesn't quite stop the thin thread of tired bitterness that touches her words. ]
I'm sure not being able to thank me was closer to the bottom of her list of regrets.