[ jyn can't answer the other question because the guilt is overpowering. all she needs to say is yes, but the word gets caught in her throat. she doesn't want rey to be disappointed that she has traveled so far only to find jyn erso.
it doesn't surprise her that her own daughter found her way to the resistance after being hidden away for so long, hadn't jyn done the same thing? leia would have looked after her, she knows that, the way baze and chirrut had looked after her and cassian. the rebellion had built a family for jyn, the resistance would have built a family for rey. ]
[ for a moment that feels like an eternity, all rey can do is stare. she tries to blink, but her eyes feel heavy, pin-pricked with something that could either be tears or tree sap fallen into her eyes. she wipes at them, a stubborn gesture, but doesn't look.
she doesn't want to know.
all she wants is to hear an answer that makes sense of her life, that finally puts the puzzle pieces together. is this the woman whose voice rey has heard her whole life? is there someone else, the man whose face she cannot even recall, only the solidness of their hands and the slight smell of cloth and polish?
would this have been her life, hidden amongst the trees? or is this their life only in her absence, hidden away from her? she has so many questions, so much she aches to know, but none of them come.
only one, the same one, echoed out again in different words. ]
[ they had hidden rey away on a junk planet full of dirt and sand that people only stopped at long enough to refuel and drink, not long enough to for anyone to discover the power that ran deep through the little girl's veins. leia only would have sent rey to find her when it was safe, when she had nothing to lose.
jyn has no sense of the force. she knows it exists, she knows it is the reason she exists, but like her mother, jyn had no access to it nor did she want access to it. the force had only brought her trouble. so she hadn't sensed anything, had no feeling one way or another, if she and rey are all that remain in her family line...
it's good to know. ]
I can tell you about your family. [ a beat, she looks up at the canopy, at the darkening sky, and sets off again, trusting rey will follow. ] The one you were born into, at any rate.
[ of course she follows. stubborn, determined, she was born with these traits from a woman she barely knows (and a father she wonders if she'll ever meet, now) even if she does not know where they come from. they walk through the trees until the woods get thicker around them, the sky above blotted out by canopies that close in on them.
even still, the woman's steps do not falter. rey's hand trembles around the hilt at her side, but she does not draw it. not yet. not now. ]
I want to know.
[ she has always wanted. she has never believed she was anyone special, and still doesn't know if it was true, but she wants to know her family more than anything else. wants to know, and wants to belong. ]
I know your father. He is a good man, the best man I have ever known.
[ it is only a handful of words, but it is impossible for jyn to disguise how much she loves him. maybe if they had stayed in the rebellion with their little family, if they had had a chance, she would still be able to force her voice into the same neutrality that had kept their romance secret on base, but that neutrality had been left behind with their daughter. ]
He was a rebel. That is what first brought us here. He was closer to Leia than I was. [ lies. jyn and leia were very close, but cassian and leia were more alike so over the years jyn has turned that into a deeper friendship. ]
[ the history of the resistance — what was the rebellion, what has now blossomed into something more steadfast, something with a symbol and a purpose and a bonafide collection of generals and leaders — has never been something anyone has spent much time on. no one has sat down to teach rey the history of what came before. there simply hasn't been time.
so she doesn't recognize the name, but that doesn't mean anything. that doesn't mean the name doesn't mean anything, either. she just doesn't know enough to decide either way.
besides, it doesn't much matter, does it? he means something, by virtue of being her something — her father, an idea that still socks her in the gut, leaves her momentarily speechless, as if trying to fit that reality into her worldview is like relearning how to breathe. and maybe it is, because if going off the way the woman says his name (like a prayer, like a confessional, like the best word she knows) then that connection ought to be more obvious still. ]
And you?
[ what are you, rey wants to ask. but she settles on something else. ]
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Hope. Rebellions are built on hope.
[ jyn can't answer the other question because the guilt is overpowering. all she needs to say is yes, but the word gets caught in her throat. she doesn't want rey to be disappointed that she has traveled so far only to find jyn erso.
it doesn't surprise her that her own daughter found her way to the resistance after being hidden away for so long, hadn't jyn done the same thing? leia would have looked after her, she knows that, the way baze and chirrut had looked after her and cassian. the rebellion had built a family for jyn, the resistance would have built a family for rey. ]
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she doesn't want to know.
all she wants is to hear an answer that makes sense of her life, that finally puts the puzzle pieces together. is this the woman whose voice rey has heard her whole life? is there someone else, the man whose face she cannot even recall, only the solidness of their hands and the slight smell of cloth and polish?
would this have been her life, hidden amongst the trees? or is this their life only in her absence, hidden away from her? she has so many questions, so much she aches to know, but none of them come.
only one, the same one, echoed out again in different words. ]
Why did she send me to find you?
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jyn has no sense of the force. she knows it exists, she knows it is the reason she exists, but like her mother, jyn had no access to it nor did she want access to it. the force had only brought her trouble. so she hadn't sensed anything, had no feeling one way or another, if she and rey are all that remain in her family line...
it's good to know. ]
I can tell you about your family. [ a beat, she looks up at the canopy, at the darkening sky, and sets off again, trusting rey will follow. ] The one you were born into, at any rate.
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even still, the woman's steps do not falter. rey's hand trembles around the hilt at her side, but she does not draw it. not yet. not now. ]
I want to know.
[ she has always wanted. she has never believed she was anyone special, and still doesn't know if it was true, but she wants to know her family more than anything else. wants to know, and wants to belong. ]
Did you know them?
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[ it is only a handful of words, but it is impossible for jyn to disguise how much she loves him. maybe if they had stayed in the rebellion with their little family, if they had had a chance, she would still be able to force her voice into the same neutrality that had kept their romance secret on base, but that neutrality had been left behind with their daughter. ]
He was a rebel. That is what first brought us here. He was closer to Leia than I was. [ lies. jyn and leia were very close, but cassian and leia were more alike so over the years jyn has turned that into a deeper friendship. ]
He's called Cassian.
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so she doesn't recognize the name, but that doesn't mean anything. that doesn't mean the name doesn't mean anything, either. she just doesn't know enough to decide either way.
besides, it doesn't much matter, does it? he means something, by virtue of being her something — her father, an idea that still socks her in the gut, leaves her momentarily speechless, as if trying to fit that reality into her worldview is like relearning how to breathe. and maybe it is, because if going off the way the woman says his name (like a prayer, like a confessional, like the best word she knows) then that connection ought to be more obvious still. ]
And you?
[ what are you, rey wants to ask. but she settles on something else. ]
Were you a rebel too?