Pos has a nice smile, it reminds Jyn of Cassian, but it doesn't soften her the way the captain's does. It's a kind sentiment and familiar in a way that twists her heart up. Kay telling her that they're friends only because Cassian demanded it of him.
Part of her wants to say that she and Cassian aren't friends. Not because they aren't, but simply because the gravity of what they are doesn't seem properly encompassed in friends. Partners, maybe. Teammates, comrades in arms. She can think of loads of things they could be but nothing quite fits the fierce, rebellious nature of their friendship. Since she can't think of another word, she doesn't correct it, jerking her head in a nod.
"Sure." And with that, she flits out the door, loping down the walkway with the same limp she started with and turning back down the street.
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Pos has a nice smile, it reminds Jyn of Cassian, but it doesn't soften her the way the captain's does. It's a kind sentiment and familiar in a way that twists her heart up. Kay telling her that they're friends only because Cassian demanded it of him.
Part of her wants to say that she and Cassian aren't friends. Not because they aren't, but simply because the gravity of what they are doesn't seem properly encompassed in friends. Partners, maybe. Teammates, comrades in arms. She can think of loads of things they could be but nothing quite fits the fierce, rebellious nature of their friendship. Since she can't think of another word, she doesn't correct it, jerking her head in a nod.
"Sure." And with that, she flits out the door, loping down the walkway with the same limp she started with and turning back down the street.