[ it's like naming the ghosts gives them authority. as jyn namedrops the specter, it grows brighter, more clearly visible against the grainy backdrop of abandoned metal buildings; when she begins to ignore, the ghost fades away. skye files that knowledge away. ]
None of mine have been that... lifelike. [ for lack of a better word. they'd mostly been vague shapes, like reflections of faces on the surface of choppy water. ] Fucking terrifying.
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None of mine have been that... lifelike. [ for lack of a better word. they'd mostly been vague shapes, like reflections of faces on the surface of choppy water. ] Fucking terrifying.
[ she'd repeat herself (what's going on) but it's clear nobody knows. ]