[ the quiet of the moment could be broken by a laugh, but jyn keeps talking, and suddenly, it feels awkward to laugh about a joke that wasn't said. ]
It will. [ there's a certainty to the two words that might be hard to believe, but if daisy believes anything, it's that good endings can be possible. if she can survive the hell of the last five years, she can survive anything — and by now, she's learned how to survive kicking and screaming, fists tight around those she has to drag into the light with her. if it's up to her, they'll survive, no matter what it takes. ] We'll figure it out, you know?
[ she knows, without having to ask, that fitz and bobbi and strange and others are working on the Solution. how to get home, how to get things back to normal, how to right the cosmic wrongs that have been done to people by putting the puzzle pieces back where they came from. but daisy also knows, thanks to illya and gaby and now jyn too, that what one person might want as a solution won't necessarily be one for others.
they can't just put things back where they came from. they have to give people the choice. to stay, to go, to go elsewhere if it comes down to it. ]
That's my hope, anyway. To give people second chances, however they need them.
[ jyn appreciates the lack of pity, that daisy accepts the story for what it is, and doesn't try to go back and fix a past that can't be fixed. it happened, jyn's moved on, it's done with. but it's part of a life that colors all her choices.
it's context, she supposes. ]
Someone once told me that rebellions are built on hope.
[ she leans a little to nudge daisy's shoulder, grateful to have found this friend. or been found, like a stray.
I'm not an expert on rebellion, but that sounds right.
[ maybe daisy's more of an expert than she realizes. but shield had never been labeled rebellious. no one had ever led her into a war or encouraged her to resist overwhelming opposition. instead, it had just been the daily grind, the never-ending quest to be the good guys in a world that seemed to have an unending supply of questionable enemies to conquer.
cut off one head, two more appear, blah blah blah. ]
If you don't have hope, what's the point of fighting?
I thought... maybe we'd get to rest? I was born in a war and I-- I'm tired.
[ but she can't rest and that is the worst bit. she can't sit by and watch this world fall apart the way hers had. that is why she told peggy she would join morningstar. ]
[ the laugh jyn breathes out is more of a huff of air than anything, but a tiny smile touches her face and that's more than she was capable of before. ]
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[ the quiet of the moment could be broken by a laugh, but jyn keeps talking, and suddenly, it feels awkward to laugh about a joke that wasn't said. ]
It will. [ there's a certainty to the two words that might be hard to believe, but if daisy believes anything, it's that good endings can be possible. if she can survive the hell of the last five years, she can survive anything — and by now, she's learned how to survive kicking and screaming, fists tight around those she has to drag into the light with her. if it's up to her, they'll survive, no matter what it takes. ] We'll figure it out, you know?
[ she knows, without having to ask, that fitz and bobbi and strange and others are working on the Solution. how to get home, how to get things back to normal, how to right the cosmic wrongs that have been done to people by putting the puzzle pieces back where they came from. but daisy also knows, thanks to illya and gaby and now jyn too, that what one person might want as a solution won't necessarily be one for others.
they can't just put things back where they came from. they have to give people the choice. to stay, to go, to go elsewhere if it comes down to it. ]
That's my hope, anyway. To give people second chances, however they need them.
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it's context, she supposes. ]
Someone once told me that rebellions are built on hope.
[ she leans a little to nudge daisy's shoulder, grateful to have found this friend. or been found, like a stray.
(chirrut would like daisy.) ]
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[ maybe daisy's more of an expert than she realizes. but shield had never been labeled rebellious. no one had ever led her into a war or encouraged her to resist overwhelming opposition. instead, it had just been the daily grind, the never-ending quest to be the good guys in a world that seemed to have an unending supply of questionable enemies to conquer.
cut off one head, two more appear, blah blah blah. ]
If you don't have hope, what's the point of fighting?
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I thought... maybe we'd get to rest? I was born in a war and I-- I'm tired.
[ but she can't rest and that is the worst bit. she can't sit by and watch this world fall apart the way hers had. that is why she told peggy she would join morningstar. ]
Don't tell Illya I murdered his plant.
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[ in your giant comfy bed that they literally stole together. ]
I'll keep your plant secret.
[ and the other one. ]
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Thanks. Come on, you never tried this bed out.
[ they're napping together. ]