Tirdarius was, once again, missing. He had left her in the care of the Sith, a frightfully daring thing to do given Jyn's demeanour, much in the same way he had once left her in the care of the Atrisian Inquisitors. The whole thing left her feeling rather lost and at odds with herself. Eros had disappeared off world, likely to this new utopia she had overheard the guards speaking of. But Jyn was not so easily fooled. Where Sith lingered, nowhere was Utopian. Instead her world had become excruciatingly Dystopian, meagre and monitored. Constantly monitored. The woman leading the operation sent chills down her spine and left her feeling weak and empty. Heck, Jyn couldn't even really look at her icy gaze or snow white face these days. Not without the strength her Master brought her.
No, all that Jyn Sol had left in this Galaxy was all that she had taken from it. One single little monkey hiding in a satchel. Her only true companion. Her only real friend. How sad that was to confess, more so to come to the understanding of in the first place. There had never been anyone else, not through her family or any of the forgotten Orders she had been pushed through. The Sith Empire had imploded, the Imperium collapsed and the Atrisians dispersed. All that remained was this damned bunker she had been left within. She could feel an extremely strong emotion swirling within her core, one she had put off for so long, fought against for years under the cruel ways of the Sith and the manipulative words of the Inquisition.
What Jyn felt was a rage unlike any she had felt before, anger bubbling over until it pained her gut and left her feeling sick and exhausted. Her natural empathetic tendencies returned it upon her tenfold, and before she knew it she was no longer in the bunker, instead the outlying forestry, seething. She loathed all she had been put through, craved to be stronger, to carve her own path. It was true, she had allowed herself to become a pawn in a game that was not of her own choosing. No more. Fuz cowered in the satchel, sensing something off with the girl he so lovingly adored. Self-loathing, paranoia, fear, those were her usual emotions, if she showed any at all... Never this.
But she didn't care, and in a way it felt good to finally let it out. It took all her willpower to refrain from screaming and lashing out.
Instead she dropped to her knees, lost amidst the trees, and settled her head into her hands. She would not cry. Jyn did not know how to.
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