#forcewith

    jyn has realized a great many things since the battle at scarif. cassian, chirrut, baze, bodhi, k2... they’ve all made her realize how much time she wasted with her head in the sand. avoiding responsibility, guilt. the weight of it crushes her sometimes.

                  ❛      the force. i know a lot about it. but uh -–– in                   the empire one of the other droids -–– not me, i                   don’t care particularly ––––- wondered if it was                   possible for the force to exist within us. the uh,                   the droids. you know, perhaps, somewhere in                   our programming, and machinery -–– well, it is                   stated to exist within all living things. so does                   that include a living machine ? that was his                   question. not mine. i just became mildly curious,                   and now am bored and asking you casually.      ❜

                  ❛      look, all i’m saying is that i understand                   that your staff is -–––––– functional. and a                   weapon too, yes, that is great and helpful,                   especially with the state the galaxy is curr–                   ently in. but a kloo horn can provide not only                   stability, but get good enough playing it and                   it’s a weapon too !      ❜

          there’s something about him. like a humming glow around him that’s enchanted her from the moment he arrived, like a warm memory of a person she’d never met. her eyes have been fixated to him for quiet some time now, looking away from a rush of rudeness from moment to moment but her gaze away fell on him again. she hadn’t realised her feet had begun moving towards him before she was half way to him it was then she noticed the haze of his eyes, how tight he held to his staff..      ‘ are ... did you need some help? ’

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            pain wails with deafening silence.     the HOLLOW    in her chest burns & with spindly fingers reaches outwards,   constricts tired lungs into fistfuls   &   turns breath to labor.    it is unbearable, as is the anger.   the betrayal.   the ship sways  &  so she’ll settle into a seat beside chirrut.   no words    ;   only nothing.

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