That made him open his eyes and glance around until he spotted it. Right, his rifle… he was kind of amazed she hadn't taken it. This truly seemed like… she wasn't Imperial and he wasn't… well, suspicious.
He made no move to reach for it, though; not with her so near. "Thank you," he could only say again; meaning it more and more, and with a little more amazement, each time.
He felt a bit dirty, ascribing motives to her, but the role obliged him to say: "I'm not very high on the chain of command on Ord Mantell… I'm not empowered to negotiate much at all. …But if I get out of this, and can find a way to thank you…"
She could have confiscated it, certainly. He was a stranger, after all, and no matter how injured, she couldn't begin to tell what his intention might have been. But she didn't get the feeling that he was going to do anything desperate, and so, here it sat, a precaution in case someone else did happen upon him.
She had meant it, after all, when she had warned that if anyone else discovered him, they wouldn't be as helpful or understanding as she'd been.
Jyn shook her head slightly, as if to warn against thanking her just yet. She hardly knew if he'd be able to get out of here at all, and didn't yet feel as if she'd done anything deserving of the thanks.
"We'll talk about it then", she eventually replied, her lips turning up just slightly into the hint of a smile. "For now, you need to get some rest."
"OK." He considered eating one of the nutrient bars she'd offered, but felt too queasy. Maybe after some more sleep. Yet one more time, but fully meant every time, he looked her straight in the eye and said softly, "Thank you, Jyn."
After the trauma of the day, Jyn wasn't surprised that the adrenaline had finally faded. The only thing she felt any regret about was that she wasn't going to be able to stay and keep watch while he rested - and with a concussion to deal with, going the night alone was a dangerous prospect.
There was conflict in her eyes and her furrowed brow as she nodded curtly - not because she was trying to dismiss him or his thanks, but because she almost couldn't stand the thought of being wasted in the end.
"Rest well. I'll try and check on you again soon."
With little else to be done tonight - and even fewer supplies with which to do anything, there was no real reason for Jyn to linger. Still, it took her a moment to grab her bag and stand, slinging it over her shoulder. She would have to be careful if she wanted to make it to her quarters unseen, but she was a woman determined.
"I certainly hope so."
With that - a nod, and she took her leave, however difficult she find it to do so. She didn't even know him, but still, she found herself worrying nonetheless.
The six year-old slipped from cover. He ran out onto the great sprawling steps of Carida Military Academy. In the midst of the riot, with a toy blaster, he put himself in front of Jeron's body and tried to defend it. He was knocked over by larger bodies who didn't see him at all. The blaster fell somewhere away. The child found his palms braced against Jeron's motionless chest.
Something blew up. The child tried to shield the body with his own. Then there were hands on him, pulling him up to his feet.
"He's gone," a voice told him. "Come on."
He struggled; lurched convulsively back toward Jeron. The stranger wouldn't release his arm. She pulled him back by it against her.
"Leave it," she commanded. Her voice, amidst the rioting and horror, would be no more refused than a rock in a torrent. "Leave it. That's it. This way."
He took her hand. They ran.
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He woke a few times, drifting in and out. He had to keep reminding himself where (and when) he was. He managed to eat half a nutrient bar and keep it down. He wondered if Jyn Erso was real or he'd imagined her. He hoped she was real.
Jyn slept fitfully before she woke early, certain that even if she tried, she could no longer get any sleep. There was no real reason to believe that anyone would stumble upon Gabrael in one of the lesser-used warehouses, but just in case, she would have to remember to take her datapad with her when she was able to check on him again, just so that she could slice into the controls in order to change the passcode into something only she knew.
The sun began to rise, and she got up, too, in order to prepare for her day. The next time she would probably be able to see him would be after her shift, and with what little she had brought for him the night before, all she could do was hope that there was enough to get by -
And that when she returned, he wouldn't have succumbed to his injuries.
This time, on waking, he could think a little more linearly. And think about what he could do.
He couldn't choke down any nutrient, but he drank some water. And reflected that those supplies, clearly not belonging to any other container in this shed, were evidence that Jyn Erso was indeed real. And hopefully coming back. But, and not just on the chance she wouldn't, he shouldn't wait for her.
He mobilized himself enough, using the rifle as a crutch, to dig through some of the crates around him. He found supplies enough for a makeshift splint—and something to bite down on. Which he needed when he reset his own leg.
It was a pain he'd experienced before. Turns out that didn't help in it nearly making you black out. The concussion was the biggest 'nockdump of all. It didn't hurt as much as some of the other things but it kept him disoriented and nauseated and messed with his vision.
He stayed conscious and stayed hydrated and eventually had more of the nutrient bar. He was simultaneously ravenous and felt sick. Was this the worst he'd ever been injured? Couldn't be… could it?
He hadn't realized he'd drifted back out until he opened his eyes and the light had changed. He swore silently; but there wasn't too much else he could do with what he'd found so far. …So find more?
He was on the wrong side of the shed, arm-deep in a crate, looking for a datapad or anything else he could use, when he heard the door opening.
Jyn set about her usual duties - albeit a bit distractedly, not that anyone would really notice. Her duties here at Carbon Ridge couldn't be called important more than they were soul-crushingly repetitive.
But then, wasn't that was why she was here, after all, to learn how to follow directions and do her job efficiently, and all without asking questions or getting into trouble. Life here on this base was a lonely, boring thing, and Jyn hated every second.
Her shift ended, and she set out on mission to gather more supplies, and all without getting caught in the midst of it. If she didn't swipe things surreptitiously, like food, she either flirted (with no intention of actually following through) in order to pocket a bottle of unguarded painkillers, or talked her way into procuring an extra datapad from requistions because she'd 'lost' hers, and who was going to care if inventory was off by one, anyway?
It was nearing dusk when she returned, careful to ensure that no one was following before she keyed in the entrance code and stepped inside, just as careful to ensure she closed the door quickly. Neither of them could afford being caught now, and there was probably no doubt as to her role in this whole thing if someone were to discover them.
Jyn wouldn't care one way or the other if Gabrael was stealing whatever he could use. It didn't affect her directly, none of it belonged to her. And the ever more disillusioned part of her might even think 'good, stick it to them'.
The silence was unnerving, but understandable, and she slowly crept from the entrance to where his little nest had been set up, hoping that when she found him, she wouldn't find that the silence was going to be permanent.
"Gabrael? It's Jyn - ", she offered, her voice soft, but just enough to echo out into the room. "Are you here?"
Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he'd decided to make a go of it on his own in the middle of the night. She wouldn't blame him if he had - the odds probably seemed preferable than the danger inherent in staying here.
He managed to get himself up again, and started toward her, leaning on the blasterrifle. "I'm here." He hobbled into view; and was a little surprised to find how very good it felt to see her. (Yes, she was his lifeline… but this went even a little beyond that…) "Hi, Jyn."
Jyn couldn't even begin to describe the wave of relief that washed over her as finally, he popped into sight, awake and alert and walking, even if it was with the aid of the rifle she'd left for him. She sighed softly and her shoulders dropped just a touch, and a small, brief smile lifted her lips at the edges. "There you are. I brought more things for you."
She didn't ask why he was tottering about. Thank the Force.
And her smile was… really nice to see…
Okay, you're concussed.
He still returned the small smile as he limped over and eased himself to sit back onto the cot. One of those stupid statements-of-obvious he usually avoided, but something was needed to express gratitude and relief: "You made it back."
Jyn assumed that Gabrael had either gotten bored with lying down - and who could blame him, it was always her most hated part about being sick herself, or he wanted to explore his new surroundings. She could blame him for neither. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel as though he was in prison and she was his jailer.
She followed him back to the low cot, and after shucking her bag and setting at her feet, she sat down with a soft sigh, too. "I did make it back", she replied, her smile slowly widening. "And I brought some more things."
Rifling through the bag, the first thing she wanted to share was the little bottle of painkillers.
"How's your head today? Your back? Your leg can hold your weight better?"
He made a sound of gratitude at the bottle. On the one hand, it would dull his perception. On the other, it was pretty compromised with the distraction of pain, so kinda fair exchange.
"Back and leg are hanging in there," he said. Her binding of his back and his own of his leg were both holding up pretty well. "Head still being a nuisance." If only they could wrap a bandage around his skull and have that treat the swirling double vision. Maddeningly, still, the main treatment for concussion was physical and cognitive rest.
"And more water to go with them", she continued, reaching for the old canteen before handing over the new. "More nutrient bars - ", she sighed, wrinkling her nose. Most of the other food I considered wouldn't have kept in my bag all day. Sorry about that."
Jyn watched Gabrael closely as he shared the details of his injuries, and for the most part it sounded as though things were getting a little better. Maybe with the exception of his head, but there wasn't much she could do for that.
"Well, I'm here, so obviously no one's found you. I did have use some feminine trickery of my own to get those pills, and - oh, I managed one more thing for you, as well."
With that, she reached into her bag and pulled out a datapad, an eyebrow raised slightly as she handed that over, as well. "Not mine, although I did manage to duplicate my frequency. If you're going to send any messages out, please encrypt them heavily - they're all monitored. We've made it through one day, I'm not keen on getting caught now. Yeah?"
He decided not to ask what feminine trickery involved. Probably similar to tricks he'd pulled, himself.
The way he blinked at the datapad was maybe even more stunned than he had at the rifle. "I… thanks. I'll be careful."
He looked at her a long moment, trying very hard to profile objectively, not be swayed by her assistance or how he was increasingly feeling about it, or indeed his concussion. She was hard to read, but… with what she was doing for him, could it be so risky to see if…? "…If I manage to get out of here… are you looking to get out, too?"
Nothing too untoward. Perhaps some flirtation that Jyn had no intention of acting on. She could say without a shadow of a doubt that there was no one at Carbon Ridge who she was the least bit interested in. Hard to be, when one was doubting everyone's intentions.
She didn't know Gabrael, that much was true enough, but for some reason, she didn't distrust him. He hadn't tried anything with her, after all, and he had had every opportunity after she'd given him his rifle.
Maybe she was going soft, but ...
Jyn should have been expecting the question, but it still caught her off guard, even though it didn't show in her expression. Still, it took a moment of thought - a long moment of thought before she was able to offer an answer.
Did she want to leave the only life she had ever known? What would she do if she did? Where would she go? Whatever it was had to be better than continuing to perpetuate what she was beginning to believe was ... decidedly not the good that the higher ups kept telling them that it was.
They had stolen her childhood after the tragic death of her mother, and as it stood, she had no relationship with her father, and what did she have to show for any of the work she had done? She was stuck on this dustball in the middle of nowhere because she had dared ask the wrong people the wrong questions ...
Jyn didn't know Gabrael. But in the moment, she decided that she had to take the risk. It had to be better than staying here forever.
His heart pounded in his ears. He worked to slow his pulse and steady his breath.
But with that word, she'd just transformed this. Now it wasn't just him needing rescue; it was also a possible defection.
Not that helping someone escape the Empire wasn't a win in of itself. It was. She could go entirely her own way and he'd still be glad. But if, in addition, he brought someone of her skills and knowledge to the Alliance…
He was concussed and tired and injured and her presence made him feel strangely (if it wasn't the other things) so he wouldn't act on it either way yet; give it at least a day and see if her answer remained the same. Even then, might not be strictly necessary to tell her more until they were actually offplanet. But still…
He nodded and gave her a more unguarded smile. "Okay. Still don't know if I'll be able to get through. But if I can, I'll arrange extraction, for both of us."
This could be a ruse, and if so, Jyn had just opened herself up to a galaxy of trouble.
But Gabrael was legitimately hurt - and it didn't make sense to grievously injure a man just to pull potential defectors out of the shadows. Still, Jyn wanted to believe that it was true, that his presence here might be the catalyst to her getting out.
She didn't know where she might potentially go or what she might potentially do, but her options were wide open. Still, for as hopeful as she wanted to feel, she couldn't let it get out of hand. Escaping wasn't guaranteed.
Only time would tell. And until then, she would have to put in more effort to keep him safe. "Well, at least now you have a way to try."
She nodded slightly, smiling in return, although it was small and fleeting. "Thank you. For trying."
"Yeah," he agreed, touching the datapad. "Maybe you can help me figure out best time of day to try and send a signal? Monitors' lunch hour or something?"
Her thanks made him… something; and duck his head a little. "Least I could do. Hopefully it'll work."
"If you can route it to terminal G-77 between 0630 to 1200, that's my station. If you can't, then make the message as innocuous as possible so it doesn't raise any suspicions. Shift changes are staggered so that there's always someone monitoring. Your best bet is to go through me."
Jyn shrugged and then shook her head, unsure of how to respond. Truly, she didn't feel that she was doing anything out of the ordinary even though logically, she knew that she was. "Yeah", she murmured, "Me, too."
Normally he'd have those details immediately memorized. With the concussion, he isn't inclined to trust to that alone. Instead, he flicked on the datapad to preset to G-77 and makes note of the time window. "Yeah. Thanks—I'll encode it to look like a request for supplies." He'd used his codename for tech physics before.
He looked at her again, and, again, suddenly wanted to tell her more. (Everything.) It was getting harder to blame the head wound. What about her was he responding to, when he'd resisted social contact with surprisingly little effort for everyone for years…?
He wanted to ask her to stay just to converse. (Again… he was really good at being alone, so what's up, guy?) It wasn't a good idea, since anything he was inevitably called on to say about himself would have to be a lie. He found he wanted to minimize those with her.
He should probably plead off in favor of more sleep. But just… didn't want her to leave yet. "Don't suppose this thing plays dejarik?"
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Date: 2019-07-13 10:36 am (UTC)He made no move to reach for it, though; not with her so near. "Thank you," he could only say again; meaning it more and more, and with a little more amazement, each time.
He felt a bit dirty, ascribing motives to her, but the role obliged him to say: "I'm not very high on the chain of command on Ord Mantell… I'm not empowered to negotiate much at all. …But if I get out of this, and can find a way to thank you…"
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Date: 2019-07-14 03:49 pm (UTC)She had meant it, after all, when she had warned that if anyone else discovered him, they wouldn't be as helpful or understanding as she'd been.
Jyn shook her head slightly, as if to warn against thanking her just yet. She hardly knew if he'd be able to get out of here at all, and didn't yet feel as if she'd done anything deserving of the thanks.
"We'll talk about it then", she eventually replied, her lips turning up just slightly into the hint of a smile. "For now, you need to get some rest."
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Date: 2019-07-16 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-17 02:15 am (UTC)There was conflict in her eyes and her furrowed brow as she nodded curtly - not because she was trying to dismiss him or his thanks, but because she almost couldn't stand the thought of being wasted in the end.
"Rest well. I'll try and check on you again soon."
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Date: 2019-07-17 05:29 pm (UTC)He murmured, with a touch of humor, "I'll be here."
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Date: 2019-07-18 12:38 am (UTC)"I certainly hope so."
With that - a nod, and she took her leave, however difficult she find it to do so. She didn't even know him, but still, she found herself worrying nonetheless.
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:20 am (UTC)The six year-old slipped from cover. He ran out onto the great sprawling steps of Carida Military Academy. In the midst of the riot, with a toy blaster, he put himself in front of Jeron's body and tried to defend it. He was knocked over by larger bodies who didn't see him at all. The blaster fell somewhere away. The child found his palms braced against Jeron's motionless chest.
Something blew up. The child tried to shield the body with his own. Then there were hands on him, pulling him up to his feet.
"He's gone," a voice told him. "Come on."
He struggled; lurched convulsively back toward Jeron. The stranger wouldn't release his arm. She pulled him back by it against her.
"Leave it," she commanded. Her voice, amidst the rioting and horror, would be no more refused than a rock in a torrent. "Leave it. That's it. This way."
He took her hand. They ran.
He woke a few times, drifting in and out. He had to keep reminding himself where (and when) he was. He managed to eat half a nutrient bar and keep it down. He wondered if Jyn Erso was real or he'd imagined her. He hoped she was real.
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Date: 2019-07-18 11:15 am (UTC)The sun began to rise, and she got up, too, in order to prepare for her day. The next time she would probably be able to see him would be after her shift, and with what little she had brought for him the night before, all she could do was hope that there was enough to get by -
And that when she returned, he wouldn't have succumbed to his injuries.
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Date: 2019-07-18 11:39 am (UTC)He couldn't choke down any nutrient, but he drank some water. And reflected that those supplies, clearly not belonging to any other container in this shed, were evidence that Jyn Erso was indeed real. And hopefully coming back. But, and not just on the chance she wouldn't, he shouldn't wait for her.
He mobilized himself enough, using the rifle as a crutch, to dig through some of the crates around him. He found supplies enough for a makeshift splint—and something to bite down on. Which he needed when he reset his own leg.
It was a pain he'd experienced before. Turns out that didn't help in it nearly making you black out. The concussion was the biggest 'nockdump of all. It didn't hurt as much as some of the other things but it kept him disoriented and nauseated and messed with his vision.
He stayed conscious and stayed hydrated and eventually had more of the nutrient bar. He was simultaneously ravenous and felt sick. Was this the worst he'd ever been injured? Couldn't be… could it?
He hadn't realized he'd drifted back out until he opened his eyes and the light had changed. He swore silently; but there wasn't too much else he could do with what he'd found so far. …So find more?
He was on the wrong side of the shed, arm-deep in a crate, looking for a datapad or anything else he could use, when he heard the door opening.
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Date: 2019-07-19 06:26 am (UTC)But then, wasn't that was why she was here, after all, to learn how to follow directions and do her job efficiently, and all without asking questions or getting into trouble. Life here on this base was a lonely, boring thing, and Jyn hated every second.
Her shift ended, and she set out on mission to gather more supplies, and all without getting caught in the midst of it. If she didn't swipe things surreptitiously, like food, she either flirted (with no intention of actually following through) in order to pocket a bottle of unguarded painkillers, or talked her way into procuring an extra datapad from requistions because she'd 'lost' hers, and who was going to care if inventory was off by one, anyway?
It was nearing dusk when she returned, careful to ensure that no one was following before she keyed in the entrance code and stepped inside, just as careful to ensure she closed the door quickly. Neither of them could afford being caught now, and there was probably no doubt as to her role in this whole thing if someone were to discover them.
Better safe than sorry.
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Date: 2019-07-19 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-19 10:16 pm (UTC)The silence was unnerving, but understandable, and she slowly crept from the entrance to where his little nest had been set up, hoping that when she found him, she wouldn't find that the silence was going to be permanent.
"Gabrael? It's Jyn - ", she offered, her voice soft, but just enough to echo out into the room. "Are you here?"
Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he'd decided to make a go of it on his own in the middle of the night. She wouldn't blame him if he had - the odds probably seemed preferable than the danger inherent in staying here.
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Date: 2019-07-20 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:58 am (UTC)And her smile was… really nice to see…
Okay, you're concussed.
He still returned the small smile as he limped over and eased himself to sit back onto the cot. One of those stupid statements-of-obvious he usually avoided, but something was needed to express gratitude and relief: "You made it back."
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Date: 2019-07-21 06:35 am (UTC)She followed him back to the low cot, and after shucking her bag and setting at her feet, she sat down with a soft sigh, too. "I did make it back", she replied, her smile slowly widening. "And I brought some more things."
Rifling through the bag, the first thing she wanted to share was the little bottle of painkillers.
"How's your head today? Your back? Your leg can hold your weight better?"
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Date: 2019-07-22 05:08 am (UTC)"Back and leg are hanging in there," he said. Her binding of his back and his own of his leg were both holding up pretty well. "Head still being a nuisance." If only they could wrap a bandage around his skull and have that treat the swirling double vision. Maddeningly, still, the main treatment for concussion was physical and cognitive rest.
"How about you? No trouble on my account?"
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Date: 2019-07-22 07:04 am (UTC)Jyn watched Gabrael closely as he shared the details of his injuries, and for the most part it sounded as though things were getting a little better. Maybe with the exception of his head, but there wasn't much she could do for that.
"Well, I'm here, so obviously no one's found you. I did have use some feminine trickery of my own to get those pills, and - oh, I managed one more thing for you, as well."
With that, she reached into her bag and pulled out a datapad, an eyebrow raised slightly as she handed that over, as well. "Not mine, although I did manage to duplicate my frequency. If you're going to send any messages out, please encrypt them heavily - they're all monitored. We've made it through one day, I'm not keen on getting caught now. Yeah?"
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Date: 2019-07-22 09:59 am (UTC)The way he blinked at the datapad was maybe even more stunned than he had at the rifle. "I… thanks. I'll be careful."
He looked at her a long moment, trying very hard to profile objectively, not be swayed by her assistance or how he was increasingly feeling about it, or indeed his concussion. She was hard to read, but… with what she was doing for him, could it be so risky to see if…? "…If I manage to get out of here… are you looking to get out, too?"
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Date: 2019-07-23 03:13 pm (UTC)She didn't know Gabrael, that much was true enough, but for some reason, she didn't distrust him. He hadn't tried anything with her, after all, and he had had every opportunity after she'd given him his rifle.
Maybe she was going soft, but ...
Jyn should have been expecting the question, but it still caught her off guard, even though it didn't show in her expression. Still, it took a moment of thought - a long moment of thought before she was able to offer an answer.
Did she want to leave the only life she had ever known? What would she do if she did? Where would she go? Whatever it was had to be better than continuing to perpetuate what she was beginning to believe was ... decidedly not the good that the higher ups kept telling them that it was.
They had stolen her childhood after the tragic death of her mother, and as it stood, she had no relationship with her father, and what did she have to show for any of the work she had done? She was stuck on this dustball in the middle of nowhere because she had dared ask the wrong people the wrong questions ...
Jyn didn't know Gabrael. But in the moment, she decided that she had to take the risk. It had to be better than staying here forever.
"... Yes."
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Date: 2019-07-24 05:55 am (UTC)But with that word, she'd just transformed this. Now it wasn't just him needing rescue; it was also a possible defection.
Not that helping someone escape the Empire wasn't a win in of itself. It was. She could go entirely her own way and he'd still be glad. But if, in addition, he brought someone of her skills and knowledge to the Alliance…
He was concussed and tired and injured and her presence made him feel strangely (if it wasn't the other things) so he wouldn't act on it either way yet; give it at least a day and see if her answer remained the same. Even then, might not be strictly necessary to tell her more until they were actually offplanet. But still…
He nodded and gave her a more unguarded smile. "Okay. Still don't know if I'll be able to get through. But if I can, I'll arrange extraction, for both of us."
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Date: 2019-07-25 07:53 am (UTC)But Gabrael was legitimately hurt - and it didn't make sense to grievously injure a man just to pull potential defectors out of the shadows. Still, Jyn wanted to believe that it was true, that his presence here might be the catalyst to her getting out.
She didn't know where she might potentially go or what she might potentially do, but her options were wide open. Still, for as hopeful as she wanted to feel, she couldn't let it get out of hand. Escaping wasn't guaranteed.
Only time would tell. And until then, she would have to put in more effort to keep him safe. "Well, at least now you have a way to try."
She nodded slightly, smiling in return, although it was small and fleeting. "Thank you. For trying."
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Date: 2019-07-25 10:51 am (UTC)Her thanks made him… something; and duck his head a little. "Least I could do. Hopefully it'll work."
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Date: 2019-07-26 09:50 pm (UTC)Jyn shrugged and then shook her head, unsure of how to respond. Truly, she didn't feel that she was doing anything out of the ordinary even though logically, she knew that she was. "Yeah", she murmured, "Me, too."
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Date: 2019-07-29 02:26 pm (UTC)He looked at her again, and, again, suddenly wanted to tell her more. (Everything.) It was getting harder to blame the head wound. What about her was he responding to, when he'd resisted social contact with surprisingly little effort for everyone for years…?
He wanted to ask her to stay just to converse. (Again… he was really good at being alone, so what's up, guy?) It wasn't a good idea, since anything he was inevitably called on to say about himself would have to be a lie. He found he wanted to minimize those with her.
He should probably plead off in favor of more sleep. But just… didn't want her to leave yet. "Don't suppose this thing plays dejarik?"
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