[there is a part of jyn, a substantial part of her, that would find satisfaction in watching dark destroy john, in whatever form that took; even if she doesn't understand half the content of these threats, she understands tone and intent. and he'd deserve it, wouldn't he? being destroyed. he certainly deserves that more than he deserves respect, because an ass like him will never change.
but — there's another part of her, present enough to be impossible to ignore, that also knows this: whatever they're in right now is just a fucking loop, and it's a giant waste of time. anytime egos get involved it's a waste of time; reece and the others back at saw's compound had been enough of a testament to that. and what is it that she herself had said in the middle of the ambassador meeting?
we'll be sitting here for days if we don't find some kind of trust.
she doesn't trust john, dark doesn't trust john, nobody in their right fucking mind should trust john, but if they don't want to continue to be here, wasting a bunch of fucking time, maybe pulling people into this that have no business being in the crossfire —
jyn exhales a long, frustrated sigh as she looks from john to dark —]
Maybe we don't need to know that.
[— and then she looks toward john again. there's nothing friendly, nothing soft, in anything about her, face or voice, but she's making an effort to be even. fair.
(this is a lot like being back in that meeting.)]
Give me back what's mine, and I'll leave. I'll leave, and I'll take him with me.
[no great loss, because i don't want to see you, is what she manages to keep to herself.]
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but — there's another part of her, present enough to be impossible to ignore, that also knows this: whatever they're in right now is just a fucking loop, and it's a giant waste of time. anytime egos get involved it's a waste of time; reece and the others back at saw's compound had been enough of a testament to that. and what is it that she herself had said in the middle of the ambassador meeting?
we'll be sitting here for days if we don't find some kind of trust.
she doesn't trust john, dark doesn't trust john, nobody in their right fucking mind should trust john, but if they don't want to continue to be here, wasting a bunch of fucking time, maybe pulling people into this that have no business being in the crossfire —
jyn exhales a long, frustrated sigh as she looks from john to dark —]
Maybe we don't need to know that.
[— and then she looks toward john again. there's nothing friendly, nothing soft, in anything about her, face or voice, but she's making an effort to be even. fair.
(this is a lot like being back in that meeting.)]
Give me back what's mine, and I'll leave. I'll leave, and I'll take him with me.
[no great loss, because i don't want to see you, is what she manages to keep to herself.]