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[neutralist]

Also, it would be impossible to make him listen. He designed the Death Star, if Jyn can still care for him, it's beyond Galen not to do the same. "It's been hard," he hazards, not because he knows her well enough to tell why her eye contact just blurred off, but--oh, how he recognizes that, every small regret, every mistake, every time he told himself what Had to be Done, that, he knows. They have the same eyes.

"I know I haven't been there to tell you, but nothing...I trust that you did what you needed to do, my girl."

He's prepared to keep saying this as many times as it takes. For the record. Her life is the only story he wants to hear.

[realists]

Far from making her feel better, a bitter sounding noise claws its way past her lips at his words. There was a point, she knows, where need didn't come in to play at all and she ran on pure anger. Not everything she did was because it needed to be done and so little of it was for any good greater than herself.

The shame in her eyes ignites into that familiar anger like a match on dry tinder.

"I did what I needed to do because I was alone." Because she was abandoned, again and again and again, by people who were meant to stay with her, to find her and protect her. Knowing it was all to protect her -- and she does, she's always known that her father had gone to the man in white to give her and her mother time to run and she knows Saw made the only choice he had to protect her from people who would find out she was Galen Erso's daughter and seek retaliation or leverage through her -- didn't do much to keep her safe and warm at night and it didn't keep her company in prison.

It's absurd to think that the people who raised her would leave her behind and Cassian would be the one to come back for her. More than once.

She forces that thought from her mind, letting her anger settle into stiff bones and sore muscles like a balm. She'd let it go and felt only hurt, but now that it's racing warm and wild through her again, the hurt seems to subside. Not just the emotional hurt, but the physical.

"You weren't there. No one was."