Somewhat ridiculously, when the thermal gear was handed out and Jyn got an idea of where their final destination was going to be - she couldn't help wondering (worrying) if Cassian had gotten off Yavin with his parka in tow.
He'd worn it on Jedha, which was a fraction of the frigidity that Hoth was going to prove to be. She hoped he'd managed to bring it with him in the rush to get off-world.
She hoped he'd made it onto a transport at all ...
Patience wasn't exactly Jyn Erso's strong suit, but there wasn't much that she could do but sit and wait and hope that once disembarked, even in the chaos of others looking for colleagues, friends, family, lovers and other loved ones.
Strange, to be considered any of those things. Strange, to have someone to consider a friend, a loved one ... and she didn't even know how Cassian felt about her, and maybe the greatest tragedy was that she might never know and -
No, she couldn't think like that. He was fine. He'd been in worse situations (she could still feel the grains of sand from Scarif Beach, the searing heat as it neared closer - ) and survived and this was nothing.
They'd see each other again. She needed to be certain of that. She needed something to hold on to, after all, she needed a thought to center her in the midst of all the uncertainty.
Cassian. Please be there. Please - this can't be the end. I still need you.
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Date: 2018-10-11 06:33 am (UTC)He'd worn it on Jedha, which was a fraction of the frigidity that Hoth was going to prove to be. She hoped he'd managed to bring it with him in the rush to get off-world.
She hoped he'd made it onto a transport at all ...
Patience wasn't exactly Jyn Erso's strong suit, but there wasn't much that she could do but sit and wait and hope that once disembarked, even in the chaos of others looking for colleagues, friends, family, lovers and other loved ones.
Strange, to be considered any of those things. Strange, to have someone to consider a friend, a loved one ... and she didn't even know how Cassian felt about her, and maybe the greatest tragedy was that she might never know and -
No, she couldn't think like that. He was fine. He'd been in worse situations (she could still feel the grains of sand from Scarif Beach, the searing heat as it neared closer - ) and survived and this was nothing.
They'd see each other again. She needed to be certain of that. She needed something to hold on to, after all, she needed a thought to center her in the midst of all the uncertainty.
Cassian. Please be there. Please - this can't be the end. I still need you.