[ jyn happens to be thinking much the same thing -- perhaps fest remains, but not the fest he remembers, simply a husk of his home, stripped by the empire. fuck them. ]
Maybe we will get snow here. [ she squeezes his hand, looking over at him. he can wake up, she'll still be there. ]
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Maybe we will get snow here. [ she squeezes his hand, looking over at him. he can wake up, she'll still be there. ]