[ it twists something in her gut. she's flippant and sarcastic that they're already dead, but this holiday has been hammering it home like a jackhammer and she keeps feeling this weird sort of fragile -- like she's made of sand not yet turned to glass and hammering away around her is causing some of the sand to crumble away.
they're ghosts, but they're alive.
maybe if she pushes the little lantern away she will feel more settled. maybe she won't. either way her fingers skim across home in cassian's handwriting before she joins him in holding it, standing up to carefully cross the sand with him to set it adrift in the river. they let it go and jyn takes one step back from the river, taking cassian's hand again in the sand.
eventually more lanterns are made and set free in the river, jyn and cassian's own long since sailed away into the darkness while they carefully and inexpertly explored the small, less dangerous parts of their childhoods -- sledding and exploring and juice pouches from alderaanian fruit. not all the memories are bad, after all. ]
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they're ghosts, but they're alive.
maybe if she pushes the little lantern away she will feel more settled. maybe she won't. either way her fingers skim across home in cassian's handwriting before she joins him in holding it, standing up to carefully cross the sand with him to set it adrift in the river. they let it go and jyn takes one step back from the river, taking cassian's hand again in the sand.
eventually more lanterns are made and set free in the river, jyn and cassian's own long since sailed away into the darkness while they carefully and inexpertly explored the small, less dangerous parts of their childhoods -- sledding and exploring and juice pouches from alderaanian fruit. not all the memories are bad, after all. ]