[ jyn has a complicated relationship with saw. she was, to everyone that knew them, his daughter. she'd already been abandoned by one father, being abandoned by another broke her heart all over again.

she's not sure she's ever been good. some small, niggling thought in the back of her mind that sounds like the tiny, eight year old version of her says that if she were really good, even a little bit good, her parents -- all three of them -- wouldn't have left her.

poe's not wrong though. whatever good had been in her had been ground down to powder for years. unfortunately for the empire, it had been ground down into gunpowder. ]

There will always been someone in war that has to make the decisions no one else will. General Draven ordered Cassian to murder my father; he wasn't wrong. [ galen erso had too much information, too much intelligence and power within the complex mechanism of the empire. it was a the smartest decision he could have made with the information he had at hand. he's still a twat, but jyn gets it.

she breathes out a bitter sounding sigh. ]

I begged the council to go to Scarif. [ she remembers, quite suddenly, mon mothma's words to her. i won't forget what we did to you. ] But they were too scared. It was too big a risk on intel from someone who was less than trustworthy.

[ her shoulders lift in a shrug. ] The efficacy of leaders is only written after the fact and it's never objective. Saw was a Hutt's arse, but he saved my life, and then he abandoned me. Mon Mothma rescued me from prison only to force me into a mission where I got to witness Saw and my father die. In front of me. For nothing. Because the council refused to act until we didn't give them a choice otherwise.

Everyone's shit. Some of us are just more honest about it.