If she's honest, Jyn doesn't remember how they got off the platform in Eadu. She remembers Cassian pulling her away from her father's body, she remembers her father's eyes opening again, she remembers screaming. How they got him to the ship, how they got off the planet, who washed her father's blood off her hands, when they arrived back on Yavin, those are details that she missed. She remembers, vividly, shouting at Cassian even though the blood on his jacket should have been enough to tell her who carried her father aboard, she remembers Baze physically dragging her away so she could scream and rage in peace. She remembers Cassian again, hands curled around her biceps so she won't leap like a particularly enraged cat at the Alliance doctors working on her father. She doesn't remember falling asleep next to Bodhi at his bedside or being carried back to her room.
What she remembers with the most clarity is waking up to find him gone from his room and searching the base in a panic until she finds her father engaged in discussion with the entirety of the Alliance Cabinet, defending his actions for the Empire. Ignoring manners and protocol and General Draven shouting at her to stop, she pushes past Mon Mothma and Senator Organa and throws her arms around her father in the middle of a sentence, burying her face against his neck.
No one seems particularly surprised when Jyn blindly pulls a blaster on Draven when he tries to order her out of her father's arms and out of the room -- he was the one who also ordered Galen's assassination so it's a good bet that someone won't be forgiving him any time soon -- and it's Bail Organa who gently plucks the weapon out of her hand. Maybe it's just something about watching a daughter reunite with her father that touches a soft spot in his heart, Jyn doesn't know, doesn't even realize, just curls that arm back around her father.
Realizing the rebellious young woman isn't going to give up, at least not until she stops crying, Mon Mothma suggests they reconvene later and the council leaves to give the Ersos their privacy. It's hours before Jyn is willing to part with him again and it's only due to the many reassurances to his safety that she finally allows the cabinet to finish their meeting, collecting the rest of the wealth of Imperial secrets that Galen has at his disposal.
She's waiting outside the door when they break for the day, idly watching Cassian across the hanger in a comical display of missed glances. When she looks away, the captain's gaze is immediately drawn to her and neither of them are the wiser or both of them refuse to be. But still she looks up to her father, the natural downturn of her mouth making her relieved expression still look half somber.
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♪ story goes on -- richard maltby, jr
If she's honest, Jyn doesn't remember how they got off the platform in Eadu. She remembers Cassian pulling her away from her father's body, she remembers her father's eyes opening again, she remembers screaming. How they got him to the ship, how they got off the planet, who washed her father's blood off her hands, when they arrived back on Yavin, those are details that she missed. She remembers, vividly, shouting at Cassian even though the blood on his jacket should have been enough to tell her who carried her father aboard, she remembers Baze physically dragging her away so she could scream and rage in peace. She remembers Cassian again, hands curled around her biceps so she won't leap like a particularly enraged cat at the Alliance doctors working on her father. She doesn't remember falling asleep next to Bodhi at his bedside or being carried back to her room.
What she remembers with the most clarity is waking up to find him gone from his room and searching the base in a panic until she finds her father engaged in discussion with the entirety of the Alliance Cabinet, defending his actions for the Empire. Ignoring manners and protocol and General Draven shouting at her to stop, she pushes past Mon Mothma and Senator Organa and throws her arms around her father in the middle of a sentence, burying her face against his neck.
No one seems particularly surprised when Jyn blindly pulls a blaster on Draven when he tries to order her out of her father's arms and out of the room -- he was the one who also ordered Galen's assassination so it's a good bet that someone won't be forgiving him any time soon -- and it's Bail Organa who gently plucks the weapon out of her hand. Maybe it's just something about watching a daughter reunite with her father that touches a soft spot in his heart, Jyn doesn't know, doesn't even realize, just curls that arm back around her father.
Realizing the rebellious young woman isn't going to give up, at least not until she stops crying, Mon Mothma suggests they reconvene later and the council leaves to give the Ersos their privacy. It's hours before Jyn is willing to part with him again and it's only due to the many reassurances to his safety that she finally allows the cabinet to finish their meeting, collecting the rest of the wealth of Imperial secrets that Galen has at his disposal.
She's waiting outside the door when they break for the day, idly watching Cassian across the hanger in a comical display of missed glances. When she looks away, the captain's gaze is immediately drawn to her and neither of them are the wiser or both of them refuse to be. But still she looks up to her father, the natural downturn of her mouth making her relieved expression still look half somber.
"Hi."