[he worries about asking her to watch. what if she doesn't want to? what if it's too much for her? he can't quite look away from watching his own memory unfold, but he manages to steal a quick glance at jyn anyway before his mother laughs again and he's drawn to her face.]
[jyn's question deflates some of his weird feelings at least. he lets out a huff of a laugh, ducking his head.] Fourteen, maybe? It was before I met K2. I taught myself, watching some of the older men.
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[jyn's question deflates some of his weird feelings at least. he lets out a huff of a laugh, ducking his head.] Fourteen, maybe? It was before I met K2. I taught myself, watching some of the older men.