[it's only because of the concession that jyn does as she's commanded. not happily — her eyes are still hard, and there's still an edge to her jaw, from the way she holds it — but she does it, stepping back out of the way.
at first, it's hard to parse what she sees. apart from scattered memories of possibly seeing a few while on coruscant when she was young, the jedi are nothing but stories; nevertheless, that's the only frame of reference she has for someone being able to move something without touching it. her jaw slackens, a little, her brows knitted less in frustration and more in curiosity —
until that happens.
until jyn practically snarls as she strides forward, right hand clenched into a fist that she aims for the nose.]
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at first, it's hard to parse what she sees. apart from scattered memories of possibly seeing a few while on coruscant when she was young, the jedi are nothing but stories; nevertheless, that's the only frame of reference she has for someone being able to move something without touching it. her jaw slackens, a little, her brows knitted less in frustration and more in curiosity —
until that happens.
until jyn practically snarls as she strides forward, right hand clenched into a fist that she aims for the nose.]
Fuck you.