[ Their trade is complete, and he ought to let go of her hands. She is Zenith now, and he is coming to recognize the strange juxtaposition of their chosen factions — their ideologies, crafted by individuals, are at war. They can never both be attained, and thus one must be a victor and the other the loser under their heel. Yet, Meridian and Zenith energy itself lends to the alleviation of Discord; the sun and the moon, the light and the dark, hope and despair are irrevocably entwined. They are needed, for the balance of all things.
Of his many domains, none was more important than his role as the god of chaos. The reason that order could exist, was because it was not a singularity — it competed, it warred, it was challenged and derived meaning from its resistance. Peace only had value, because there was war. Ergo, did Meridian and Zenith not have value because they clashed? If so, it was the Shard-bearers themselves and whomever had begun the ideological war that had corrupted and warped a perfectly balanced scale.
Jyn is Zenith. Her choice is for a different future, but as long as she holds true to contradictory thoughts and does not fall deep into zealotry, he thinks — maybe, she and Cassian will help him find out the truth of this world. And maybe that truth will prevent something like this, this cruel battle for the pleasure of some unspeaking entity ( Oracle ), from ever happening again to people who have already lost so much. ]
Yes, well. [ Her gratitude rattles him. The same sort of brutal gratitude he had felt from Cassian, when the man had given him his true name. It causes color to rise on his cheeks, and his fingers to curl a little more against hers; embarassed, or maybe ashamed, he dips his head a little and avoids her eye entirely. Though he cannot mistake the shining thing that is Jyn Erso's smile. ]
A young woman should always have the means to assail someone when they are deserving of a proper mauling.
[ you mean 'defending herself' set
set???
no he definitely means jyn ought to fucking rip someone apart FIRST ]
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Of his many domains, none was more important than his role as the god of chaos. The reason that order could exist, was because it was not a singularity — it competed, it warred, it was challenged and derived meaning from its resistance. Peace only had value, because there was war. Ergo, did Meridian and Zenith not have value because they clashed? If so, it was the Shard-bearers themselves and whomever had begun the ideological war that had corrupted and warped a perfectly balanced scale.
Jyn is Zenith. Her choice is for a different future, but as long as she holds true to contradictory thoughts and does not fall deep into zealotry, he thinks — maybe, she and Cassian will help him find out the truth of this world. And maybe that truth will prevent something like this, this cruel battle for the pleasure of some unspeaking entity ( Oracle ), from ever happening again to people who have already lost so much. ]
Yes, well. [ Her gratitude rattles him. The same sort of brutal gratitude he had felt from Cassian, when the man had given him his true name. It causes color to rise on his cheeks, and his fingers to curl a little more against hers; embarassed, or maybe ashamed, he dips his head a little and avoids her eye entirely. Though he cannot mistake the shining thing that is Jyn Erso's smile. ]
A young woman should always have the means to assail someone when they are deserving of a proper mauling.
[ you mean 'defending herself' set
set???
no he definitely means jyn ought to fucking rip someone apart FIRST ]