Al | Hope Brigade I Star Wars Stan | Tauntaun Fan | Ben Solo Lives Fam | Writer of Star Wars Inspired Music in MissThis | Mini-Meta Generator, Gifset Creator
“Your father would be proud of you,” Cassian said, so soft Jyn barely heard. She thought it was true, even though it wasn’t why she’d come to Scarif—not entirely, not really.
It was good to hear aloud, from the lips of someone close.
The rumbling overwhelmed all other sound. Jyn tightened her grip on Cassian, and he found the strength to hold her. The world grew brighter, emerald at first and then a clean, purifying white. In Jyn’s mind, the cave below the broken hatch was illuminated with the strength of a sun, and then the walls turned to dust and there was no longer a cave but only her spirit and heart and everything she had ever been: the daughter of Galen and Lyra and Saw, the angry fighter and the shattered prisoner and the champion and the friend.
Soon all those things, too, burned away, and Jyn Erso—finally at peace—became one with the Force.
I think this is my most treasured view in our house. All the prints on our wall are antique National Park pieces by Moran and Bierstadt. The glass inserts in the frames are bubbled and rippled with age—they’re my favorite pieces of art we own.