[ jyn snorts a soft little chuckle, rolling her head to look at him. there's more goodness in finn's little finger than she can contain in her entire body, but it's tempered by reality and his past so she is pretty sure he is going to be the one to make it out of the new rebellion alive and well.
a rebellious butterfly. ]
Now you can blame me if you foul it up.
[ her fingers drum against her crystal before she lets her hand drop into her lap. saw would say that finn already had too much hope, but that is where jyn learned to disagree with him. rebellions may have needed one good, solid tragedy to make martyrs out of them all, to make it impossible to look away, but they were built on hope.
she doesn't trust the force as much as her mother wanted her to, as much as chirrut wanted her to she supposes, but she trusts it enough, an arm's length sort of trust. she trusts that finn will be okay and that's enough for her. ]
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a rebellious butterfly. ]
Now you can blame me if you foul it up.
[ her fingers drum against her crystal before she lets her hand drop into her lap. saw would say that finn already had too much hope, but that is where jyn learned to disagree with him. rebellions may have needed one good, solid tragedy to make martyrs out of them all, to make it impossible to look away, but they were built on hope.
she doesn't trust the force as much as her mother wanted her to, as much as chirrut wanted her to she supposes, but she trusts it enough, an arm's length sort of trust. she trusts that finn will be okay and that's enough for her. ]