[oh, that's rich. it's so rich that jyn could almost laugh. while she doesn't, there's this little scoff that she lets out, sharp and bitter.
it does nothing to soften the hardness in her eyes, or anything in her face. both of her hands are still curled into fists, too, her nails digging into her palms like this is what she has to cling to for dear life in this moment, but nothing about her or her anger has changed.
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it does nothing to soften the hardness in her eyes, or anything in her face. both of her hands are still curled into fists, too, her nails digging into her palms like this is what she has to cling to for dear life in this moment, but nothing about her or her anger has changed.
not even the venom in her voice.]
What makes you think you deserve respect?