Date: 2020-01-04 06:21 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . Jyn . hands)
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This time, he didn't need to think. Like simply reached out for like. The universe against the chance, they'd actually met, found each other—the nearly extinct but same-species creatures they'd become. His hand found hers and gently enclosed it.

In an insufficient syllable, their uniquely kindred understanding—of the universe and each other—was still contained.

"Yeah."

Touching her, his brain unlocked a little. Struggled finally free of the intense gravity of the past and gained some altitude, where it could go in more directions, more flexibly, and see from a different angle. He'd never allowed himself to think much about what after the war would mean, not just for himself but for the universe. For the Alliance. However, as much as he was a student of Draven, he'd also been trained by Mon Mothma… and so didn't entirely surprise himself by hearing himself say: "You never know… It's a new government they're going to have to build. Sometimes those who've lived outside the old laws are the best at helping make new ones."
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