there's a lot of this whole affair that she doesn't believe in -- people calling her a hero namely. she will apply the title to bodhi and the others freely, she'd been the one that petitioned mon mothma to issue these medals to melshi and the rest posthumously, but she doesn't think it applies to her. she'd accepted her reward because cassian convinced her it would be good for morale. the rebels, it turned out, would follow jyn erso anywhere. it's a responsibility she doesn't want.
she doesn't want the people who continue to congratulate her either. for what? surviving when everyone else perished? one particular rebel pilot's congratulations still on his tongue and he backs away with a stammered apology. she needs a drink.
veering away from the crowd, jyn grabs a drink off a table and ducks through an open door into the humid air that makes her feel like she's half drinking the air she gulps in. it's still fresher than inside and, beyond that, it's quiet. she finds herself curling her fingers around her mother's necklace as she tosses back her entire glass, musing to the falling darkness: ] At least there is no cantina music.
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Date: 2017-02-05 02:40 am (UTC)there's a lot of this whole affair that she doesn't believe in -- people calling her a hero namely. she will apply the title to bodhi and the others freely, she'd been the one that petitioned mon mothma to issue these medals to melshi and the rest posthumously, but she doesn't think it applies to her. she'd accepted her reward because cassian convinced her it would be good for morale. the rebels, it turned out, would follow jyn erso anywhere. it's a responsibility she doesn't want.
she doesn't want the people who continue to congratulate her either. for what? surviving when everyone else perished? one particular rebel pilot's congratulations still on his tongue and he backs away with a stammered apology. she needs a drink.
veering away from the crowd, jyn grabs a drink off a table and ducks through an open door into the humid air that makes her feel like she's half drinking the air she gulps in. it's still fresher than inside and, beyond that, it's quiet. she finds herself curling her fingers around her mother's necklace as she tosses back her entire glass, musing to the falling darkness: ] At least there is no cantina music.