[she's spent significant time inside of a prison cell. it'd been six months on wobani before the alliance had found her, six months with a cellmate whose name she hadn't bothered to remember, who likely would've killed her before long; it's been months on other occasions well before that, with other cellmates she hadn't bothered to remember beyond her escape.
still, there's something about being here in the chambers, below empty, crumbling cities, more than anywhere else, that makes jyn feel like a fucking caged animal.
it's the heightened tensions that come, unavoidable, through the communion space; it's her own deteriorating state wearing her down, bringing anger to the surface even more readily than it usually comes. she'd even taken to pacing in the early hours, too, from wall to wall, back and forth, before the whole exercise had proved useless, and she'd only been left to sit, fingernails digging into her palms through clenched fists.
maybe that's what she finds so annoying about the pacing in front of her now. maybe that's what gets her to lift her head, and:]
By all means, [she says, voice dry, but with an edge,] keep wearing a hole into the ground.
iii — byleth
still, there's something about being here in the chambers, below empty, crumbling cities, more than anywhere else, that makes jyn feel like a fucking caged animal.
it's the heightened tensions that come, unavoidable, through the communion space; it's her own deteriorating state wearing her down, bringing anger to the surface even more readily than it usually comes. she'd even taken to pacing in the early hours, too, from wall to wall, back and forth, before the whole exercise had proved useless, and she'd only been left to sit, fingernails digging into her palms through clenched fists.
maybe that's what she finds so annoying about the pacing in front of her now. maybe that's what gets her to lift her head, and:]
By all means, [she says, voice dry, but with an edge,] keep wearing a hole into the ground.