"Bodhi, how did I get here?" Her voice feels like an echo, reverberates like the way it does in her dreams and nightmares when she's small and alone, calling out and wishing for her Mama and Papa. She remembers the dream in the cargo hold after Eadu:
Jyn lay on her back, dead, in their Coruscant apartment while Lyra diligently packed gear for some one-woman planetary survey mission. Lyra nearly stepped on Jyn as she grabbed a portable scanner off the dessert table.
"Oh, for--" Lyra shook her head, reached down, and pulled Jyn upright ...
"Mama?" she said.
Lyra laughed and poked Jyn on the forehead with one finger. "You need to not lie down in the middle of the floor. I'm going to trip and fall and land on you, and your father's going to blame me when you bruise."
She went back to packing. Jyn watched her. "Mama," Jyn whispered again, "I don't know what to do."
Lyra held up a hand for silence. She reviewed the contents of her duffel, nodded with satisfaction, then walked slowly to Jyn's side. She smiled gently, sadly. "I know, sweetheart," she said. "But you're a big girl. You have to decide for yourself."
--
"You're your father's daughter," she said. "But you're not just that."
--
Lyra whispered in her ear, so soft Jyn had to strain to hear it: "The strongest stars have hearts of kyber."*
"Bodhi, where are we?" And then, as quickly as the lucidity begins to coagulate, it begins to disintegrate. "Why aren't we on Onderon? Where's Saw? Where's Maia, and Staven, and Codo? Did they leave me?" There's something like need in her eyes, something like desperation and sorrow. "Did they leave me, Bodhi?"
* taken from the Rogue One novel by Alexander Freed.
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Jyn lay on her back, dead, in their Coruscant apartment while Lyra diligently packed gear for some one-woman planetary survey mission. Lyra nearly stepped on Jyn as she grabbed a portable scanner off the dessert table.
"Oh, for--" Lyra shook her head, reached down, and pulled Jyn upright ...
"Mama?" she said.
Lyra laughed and poked Jyn on the forehead with one finger. "You need to not lie down in the middle of the floor. I'm going to trip and fall and land on you, and your father's going to blame me when you bruise."
She went back to packing. Jyn watched her. "Mama," Jyn whispered again, "I don't know what to do."
Lyra held up a hand for silence. She reviewed the contents of her duffel, nodded with satisfaction, then walked slowly to Jyn's side. She smiled gently, sadly. "I know, sweetheart," she said. "But you're a big girl. You have to decide for yourself."
--
"You're your father's daughter," she said. "But you're not just that."
--
Lyra whispered in her ear, so soft Jyn had to strain to hear it: "The strongest stars have hearts of kyber."*
"Bodhi, where are we?" And then, as quickly as the lucidity begins to coagulate, it begins to disintegrate. "Why aren't we on Onderon? Where's Saw? Where's Maia, and Staven, and Codo? Did they leave me?" There's something like need in her eyes, something like desperation and sorrow. "Did they leave me, Bodhi?"
* taken from the Rogue One novel by Alexander Freed.