"Quiet!" Kay barked with a metallic crack on flesh and bone.
His shoulder exploded in heart-stopping pain. Lightning misfired behind his eyes and in his brain. He may have blacked out.
Because when he raised his head again, she was gone.
Brow furrowed in concentration, regaining his breath, he moved his usable arm in the dirt until it found the pendant. He closed his fingers around it. And laboriously pulled himself to his feet.
What—
Stop. Wait. Respira.
He stood out from under the porch and for a moment let the wind hit his face.
…He hadn't helped that situation at all.
He needed to find Jyn. After he was certain he'd be able to help her. He wouldn't help her come back from this if she felt he was chasing her. Her defensive skills were intact. She'd be able to keep herself safe from external threats still. And the internal… His heart spasmed in his throat such that he abruptly had to brace his good hand (still clutching the pendant) against the side of the porch, lean over, and vomit.
That could be the pain actually. …From his shoulder.
Straightening again, he realized that decided it: he not only shouldn't but couldn't yet go after her. He couldn't count on her seeing him in pain overcoming her perception of him as a threat. Clearly, objective reality was being prevented from reaching her.
He knew how that worked.
And much as he wanted to reach into her mind and close his fist around the dementing shard of pain, and squeeze the way the crystal currently cut into his palm, until it was dust… he knew she'd have to find her own way out. He could just try to be there for her when she succeeded.
Because she would succeed.
This was Jyn Erso.
She always found her way out.
One more lurch of his stomach sent his face parallel again to the ground. But when he straightened, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, one-handedly slipped the pendant's cord back over his head, so the crystal hung again in its place against his chest; shook the cramp from that hand (noting with resignation that he'd held the crystal so tightly he'd not only bruised himself but, where both ends of the pendant were sharp against his palm, made it bleed… if it weren't the exact opposite of his calling and disposition, Medic Williams would kill him—obviously the only time he let his hands match each other was to both be injured—) and, limping a bit (the shock spasms from his shoulder gone all the way down his leg), started back into town.
He would get this seen to, stop the dizziness and blacking out. While he was in town, see if anyone had information on what might have happened. Because he'd never seen or heard Jyn say she could disassociate like that, and while a trigger could be something no one else would find remarkable… he didn't think that would be true this time.
And then he would find her again if it took him all night, and stay with her even if it meant shadowing her out of sight or letting her hit him (ideally somewhere else for sustainability's sake) or holding her down by force until she wore herself out.
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His shoulder exploded in heart-stopping pain. Lightning misfired behind his eyes and in his brain. He may have blacked out.
Because when he raised his head again, she was gone.
Brow furrowed in concentration, regaining his breath, he moved his usable arm in the dirt until it found the pendant. He closed his fingers around it. And laboriously pulled himself to his feet.
What—
Stop. Wait. Respira.
He stood out from under the porch and for a moment let the wind hit his face.
…He hadn't helped that situation at all.
He needed to find Jyn. After he was certain he'd be able to help her. He wouldn't help her come back from this if she felt he was chasing her. Her defensive skills were intact. She'd be able to keep herself safe from external threats still. And the internal… His heart spasmed in his throat such that he abruptly had to brace his good hand (still clutching the pendant) against the side of the porch, lean over, and vomit.
That could be the pain actually. …From his shoulder.
Straightening again, he realized that decided it: he not only shouldn't but couldn't yet go after her. He couldn't count on her seeing him in pain overcoming her perception of him as a threat. Clearly, objective reality was being prevented from reaching her.
He knew how that worked.
And much as he wanted to reach into her mind and close his fist around the dementing shard of pain, and squeeze the way the crystal currently cut into his palm, until it was dust… he knew she'd have to find her own way out. He could just try to be there for her when she succeeded.
Because she would succeed.
This was Jyn Erso.
She always found her way out.
One more lurch of his stomach sent his face parallel again to the ground. But when he straightened, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, one-handedly slipped the pendant's cord back over his head, so the crystal hung again in its place against his chest; shook the cramp from that hand (noting with resignation that he'd held the crystal so tightly he'd not only bruised himself but, where both ends of the pendant were sharp against his palm, made it bleed… if it weren't the exact opposite of his calling and disposition, Medic Williams would kill him—obviously the only time he let his hands match each other was to both be injured—) and, limping a bit (the shock spasms from his shoulder gone all the way down his leg), started back into town.
He would get this seen to, stop the dizziness and blacking out. While he was in town, see if anyone had information on what might have happened. Because he'd never seen or heard Jyn say she could disassociate like that, and while a trigger could be something no one else would find remarkable… he didn't think that would be true this time.
And then he would find her again if it took him all night, and stay with her even if it meant shadowing her out of sight or letting her hit him (ideally somewhere else for sustainability's sake) or holding her down by force until she wore herself out.
He wouldn't fail her again.