#rebelbuiilt

         They’d told him the mission to Scariff was a success, that the Death Star had been obliterated. And then they’d told him that Vader had been instrumental in bringing down the Emperor, in destroying a second planet killer. And then they’d had some measure of peace, trying to rebuilt to Republic. And then the First Order had risen from the ashes of the Empire.  

         And they told him that he’d been asleep, frozen, for all of it. And if he hadn’t been frozen he would’ve been dead. And Jyn. Jyn.  He’d been asking to see her, but kept being told that she was still recovering. At the very least, the lightsaber he’d carried since he was ten. He supposed he had Draven to thank for that, though he knew the General had long since joined the Force. 

         Then he felt her. A measure of the tension in his shoulders relaxed, having not quite believed this new Resistance when they told him she would be fine. 

          He wasn’t often one for showing off, for proving facts. And yet, there is that challenge in her eyes that always dares him to meet her. And he didn’t even raise his hand, simply focused on the Force, used it to pull her closer. And once she was secure in his arms, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. It was odd, showing others what he could do. But it was time someone knew.