By the time he arrived, Jyn would have found transport off-planet and made her way someplace new, someplace where she could rest and recuperate in relative peace and privacy before moving on all over again. It wasn't the most stable nor safe ways of life, but it was all that she had.
She rested uneasily in her bunk of the freighter, only stirring when she heard paper crumpling from underneath the thin, worn pillow. Carefully, she pulled it out and just as carefully, she smoothed out the wrinkles, huffing out an amused breath as she read the short note. It pulled at the staples holding together a ragged cut across her shoulder blade, and she groaned accordingly.
Jyn didn't know who her pen pal was, but when she thought about him - if he even was a he, she could hardly be sure other than the feeling that she got every time a new item or note appeared, she got the sense that this was a friend. And even if they inhabited opposite ends of the galaxy, she didn't feel quite so alone.
It was comforting, in a weird way.
The next time she was able to reply was weeks later as that same freighter was docked at Ord Mantell and she had just returned from a supply run, mostly healed and having decided to stick with the crew for just a bit longer, just until she found someplace suitable to disappear.
Koodie. Don't tell me, your friend picked Fluffy, right?
She resisted the urge - barely - to ask anything more substantial like where are you or more importantly, who are you. She had to be grateful for this, keeping some sort of lifeline in a vast and lonely universe.
However, in a moment of weakness, her hesitation clear in the start and stop of the next set of writing, she asked -
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Ahhh thank you. Means a lot coming from you. :)
Date: 2019-09-05 01:44 am (UTC)She rested uneasily in her bunk of the freighter, only stirring when she heard paper crumpling from underneath the thin, worn pillow. Carefully, she pulled it out and just as carefully, she smoothed out the wrinkles, huffing out an amused breath as she read the short note. It pulled at the staples holding together a ragged cut across her shoulder blade, and she groaned accordingly.
Jyn didn't know who her pen pal was, but when she thought about him - if he even was a he, she could hardly be sure other than the feeling that she got every time a new item or note appeared, she got the sense that this was a friend. And even if they inhabited opposite ends of the galaxy, she didn't feel quite so alone.
It was comforting, in a weird way.
The next time she was able to reply was weeks later as that same freighter was docked at Ord Mantell and she had just returned from a supply run, mostly healed and having decided to stick with the crew for just a bit longer, just until she found someplace suitable to disappear.
Koodie. Don't tell me, your friend picked Fluffy, right?
She resisted the urge - barely - to ask anything more substantial like where are you or more importantly, who are you. She had to be grateful for this, keeping some sort of lifeline in a vast and lonely universe.
However, in a moment of weakness, her hesitation clear in the start and stop of the next set of writing, she asked -
Do you ever feel lonely?