[having to scavenge for supplies, or anything otherwise useful, is far from a new experience for jyn. especially when her credits had been low in the days and weeks after finding a transport to a new planet, she'd had to stretch what she could — and steal what she couldn't. this situation, in particular, presents some new and especially irritating frustrations — and she's not above grumbling, or stomping around, about them (which she does, often) — but she can live.
it's during one of these efforts when the tip of her boot knocks into something hard — something that clanks. curious, she bends down and picks it up, turns it over in her hands. has an image, suddenly, broadcast into her mind.
there's no reason to hold onto this, she thinks, especially not when it belongs to a friend.
aimless wandering, then, turns to purposeful movement. leaving the meridian camp behind, jyn turns for where the shard-bearers from zenith have started to build their base. it's not a walk that takes terribly long, even in the current tiny state, and soon enough, she's approached. her eyes scan through the faces, too, with a purpose — most of which she'd rather avoid speaking to at all, not because she particularly cares if anyone sees her as a "traitor" or anything after her defection, but because she just simply doesn't care to have these conversations at all.
she steps up to gavial, holding out the staff, and says, with no preamble,]
I found this. [after a moment, she adds, probably unnecessarily,] It's yours.
» gavial | early days, sometime before the john and dark trainwreck
it's during one of these efforts when the tip of her boot knocks into something hard — something that clanks. curious, she bends down and picks it up, turns it over in her hands. has an image, suddenly, broadcast into her mind.
there's no reason to hold onto this, she thinks, especially not when it belongs to a friend.
aimless wandering, then, turns to purposeful movement. leaving the meridian camp behind, jyn turns for where the shard-bearers from zenith have started to build their base. it's not a walk that takes terribly long, even in the current tiny state, and soon enough, she's approached. her eyes scan through the faces, too, with a purpose — most of which she'd rather avoid speaking to at all, not because she particularly cares if anyone sees her as a "traitor" or anything after her defection, but because she just simply doesn't care to have these conversations at all.
she steps up to gavial, holding out the staff, and says, with no preamble,]
I found this. [after a moment, she adds, probably unnecessarily,] It's yours.
[they keep it simple.]