Every chance they took at been worth it. They had transmitted the plans and someone had been listening, someone had taken those plans and finished her father's work.
Her eyes stay closed as she reaches for her necklace, fingers curling around the crystal as Poe tends to her other hand. She doesn't fight it, all the fight seeming to have left her entirely in the moment, flooded with an odd kind of gratitude that the one thing that had gone right in her life was finding and transmitting those plans, fulfilling her father's legacy.
Fragility touches her voice now, as if it had broken and she's holding the shattered pieces of her entire life together by willpower alone. "My father built it, the Death Star, to keep me safe from the Empire, so that they wouldn't look for me and try to use me against him. He designed the flaw in it and he told us how to find the plans."
Jyn herself doesn't need credit, doesn't want it, but she does want her father to have some breath of recognition. He deserves that much, even if it's just Jyn telling a new friend.
Galen. Galen Erso, the murderer of Alderaan, designed the flaw that brought the Death Star down. It's a monumental shift in Poe's understanding of a history he still can't completely recall. He feels oddly betrayed at not knowing this fact. Lied to. Galen Erso tried to protect his daughter, sabotage his masters, and lost his life and his child before being placed a tier below villains like Vader. A condemnation so complete it's almost breathtaking.
Slowly, Poe puts a hand on Jyn's shoulder. "Your father is a hero."
He put the entire galaxy in danger to protect her, Jyn isn't sure that can be considered heroic, but she appreciates the sentiment. She thinks she appreciates the sentiment, she's honestly not sure what she feels anymore. She's... a fucking mess.
Slowly her head shakes. "He's not. He did what he could." She doesn't know how she can make that clarification, maybe because it is the same one she would apply to herself. She and her father were making up for too many past mistakes for a handful of choices to make them heroes.
The train of death and destruction in her wake, because of her... she can't escape that.
"Maybe not." Certainly General Organa and the survivors of Alderaan would never give him that distinction. Poe gives her shoulder a small squeeze. "But he did what heroes do. The best they can, for what they love most."
They all did the best they could for her, her parents, she just wishes... they had told her what they were doing. It wouldn't have changed anything, she doesn't think, but at least she would have had some salve to the abandonment. Or would it have stung just as much because she was such a little girl?
She jerk under his grip, eyes flickering up. "Krennic. Orson Krennic. Tell me he's dead." Please let him have died down there, cut down with the machine he'd forced her father to build. Jyn doesn't think she could bear it if she somehow survived, the injustice would be too much for her.
The sigh the comes out of her is somehow both defeated and relieved. She died, she's dead, but at least Krennic went down with her. Cassian had told her that her father would be proud of her, but now she thinks her mother and Saw might be proud of her, too.
What else is there to know? She doesn't have anyone else to ask about because they're all dead. Everyone that she had ever loved or even cared about even a little is dead.
She swallows, trying to keep her chest from aching. "I have to go."
The chair almost tips over she stands up so fast, but it hits the wall with a thud. She doesn't flinch, only repeats herself. "I have to go." Without another word, she sprints out the door. Three guesses where she is going in the middle of the night, barefoot and in her pajamas.
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Every chance they took at been worth it. They had transmitted the plans and someone had been listening, someone had taken those plans and finished her father's work.
Her eyes stay closed as she reaches for her necklace, fingers curling around the crystal as Poe tends to her other hand. She doesn't fight it, all the fight seeming to have left her entirely in the moment, flooded with an odd kind of gratitude that the one thing that had gone right in her life was finding and transmitting those plans, fulfilling her father's legacy.
Fragility touches her voice now, as if it had broken and she's holding the shattered pieces of her entire life together by willpower alone. "My father built it, the Death Star, to keep me safe from the Empire, so that they wouldn't look for me and try to use me against him. He designed the flaw in it and he told us how to find the plans."
Jyn herself doesn't need credit, doesn't want it, but she does want her father to have some breath of recognition. He deserves that much, even if it's just Jyn telling a new friend.
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Slowly, Poe puts a hand on Jyn's shoulder. "Your father is a hero."
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Slowly her head shakes. "He's not. He did what he could." She doesn't know how she can make that clarification, maybe because it is the same one she would apply to herself. She and her father were making up for too many past mistakes for a handful of choices to make them heroes.
The train of death and destruction in her wake, because of her... she can't escape that.
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She jerk under his grip, eyes flickering up. "Krennic. Orson Krennic. Tell me he's dead." Please let him have died down there, cut down with the machine he'd forced her father to build. Jyn doesn't think she could bear it if she somehow survived, the injustice would be too much for her.
He has to be dead.
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Poe listens for a moment, a tiny smile-- a very unfriendly smile-- quirking the corners of his lips. "Determined killed at Scarif, 0 BBY."
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"Good." That's all, no other comment. Good.
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She swallows, trying to keep her chest from aching. "I have to go."
The chair almost tips over she stands up so fast, but it hits the wall with a thud. She doesn't flinch, only repeats herself. "I have to go." Without another word, she sprints out the door. Three guesses where she is going in the middle of the night, barefoot and in her pajamas.