"Not hungry." Even the sentence is just a fragment and it's clear once he gets close enough that Jyn's eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with red. As a personal rule, Jyn doesn't cry. She remembered breaking down alone on the ship after her father died, finally giving herself the chance to grieve the life she never had, the father who never raised her and protected her by lying to the world so well that he convinced even his tiny daughter that he had forsaken her and the cause.
For so long she'd believed that her father was a traitor, that her father was a bastard, but her father died in her arms not knowing whether or not his revenge would ever come to fruition. It seems to be a family trait, dying before seeing their mission completed.
The weakness of crying would irritate her on a good day, replacing her grief with anger as she usually does. It seems impossible to fall back on that coping mechanism now, shoulders slumped in defeat and loss.
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Date: 2017-05-19 05:26 am (UTC)For so long she'd believed that her father was a traitor, that her father was a bastard, but her father died in her arms not knowing whether or not his revenge would ever come to fruition. It seems to be a family trait, dying before seeing their mission completed.
The weakness of crying would irritate her on a good day, replacing her grief with anger as she usually does. It seems impossible to fall back on that coping mechanism now, shoulders slumped in defeat and loss.
"You'll translate everything?"