The garden is Jyn's, and she still has work to do in it today. Left that work, in fact, to check on her husband, who turned out not to be her husband, precisely, despite being her husband.
A different kind of dilemma than she used to encounter with her dad, who was always himself, it was only that his perception of the world. Sometimes. Was not the same as it was other times.
She doesn't want to crowd the stranger Cassian. That would be counterproductive. But she also simply refuses to give away her plans for her garden entirely, simply because of some incredibly weird twist in reality.
So out she goes again, in her gardening clogs and a worn through sweatshirt, back to her bucket of bulbs and her trowel. "Got to get these in the ground," she announces, to the garden at large and Cassian if he chooses to listen.
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Date: 2018-12-15 04:30 am (UTC)A different kind of dilemma than she used to encounter with her dad, who was always himself, it was only that his perception of the world. Sometimes. Was not the same as it was other times.
She doesn't want to crowd the stranger Cassian. That would be counterproductive. But she also simply refuses to give away her plans for her garden entirely, simply because of some incredibly weird twist in reality.
So out she goes again, in her gardening clogs and a worn through sweatshirt, back to her bucket of bulbs and her trowel. "Got to get these in the ground," she announces, to the garden at large and Cassian if he chooses to listen.