[ see? she was right. chyler's probably fifteen, sixteen, something like that. old enough, clearly, to handle herself in a fight and now all alone, jyn sees zero resemblance, none at all.
(the physical resemblance has not escaped her, for the record. dark hair, light eyes, pale and rosy skin, accent like she could have grown up around the upper walkways of coruscant.) ]
He was a revolutionary or a terrorist or a hero, depending on who you spoke to. Sometimes all three. I was eight and I had nowhere else to go.
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[ see? she was right. chyler's probably fifteen, sixteen, something like that. old enough, clearly, to handle herself in a fight and now all alone, jyn sees zero resemblance, none at all.
(the physical resemblance has not escaped her, for the record. dark hair, light eyes, pale and rosy skin, accent like she could have grown up around the upper walkways of coruscant.) ]
He was a revolutionary or a terrorist or a hero, depending on who you spoke to. Sometimes all three. I was eight and I had nowhere else to go.