He's called Hadder. Or he was, before I got him killed.
[ the ghost doesn't do anything, flickering into more solid form as he looms, feeding off jyn's guilt and grief. she swallows it down, compartmentalizing it into a little box and shoving it until the cave in her mind, locking it up tight.
the ghost flickers again, fading slightly before popping out of sight, reappearing again in their periphery, the proverbial corner of their eye. ]
I didn't recognize him at first. [ she thought it was just a whispy ghost, like the one taako hadn't let into the apartment that time he had introduced jyn to cupcakes. ]
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[ the ghost doesn't do anything, flickering into more solid form as he looms, feeding off jyn's guilt and grief. she swallows it down, compartmentalizing it into a little box and shoving it until the cave in her mind, locking it up tight.
the ghost flickers again, fading slightly before popping out of sight, reappearing again in their periphery, the proverbial corner of their eye. ]
I didn't recognize him at first. [ she thought it was just a whispy ghost, like the one taako hadn't let into the apartment that time he had introduced jyn to cupcakes. ]