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[vrituom]

Then the question is whether it will happen again.

( and, for a moment, she sounds a little interested in that.

finally, she steps towards her, offering a hand down to her )

[insurgent]

[ after a brief hesitation, she accepts the offered hand — only her hand phases through, a byproduct of her uncertainty. ]

Kriffing — [ she swings the hand down on the floor, only it turns tangible and sends a pang up her arm. she bites down a hiss of pain. ] They must have done something to me.

[ the nebulous they. ]

[vrituom]

( the huh she makes is very interested. so this woman had never had this sort of ability before and couldn't control it.

quill didn't have a clue what had happened to her but she did know something about controlling how you felt.

her hand stays reached out, a small sort of insistent motion to get her to try again )

Focus on touching my hand. Know that you will.

[insurgent]

[ it’s a softer instruction than she expects, and despite all her instincts telling her to do otherwise, she steels herself and focuses. at the back of her mind, she thinks, the force is with me.

her brow creases as she concentrates. then, she reaches out and takes quill’s hand, pulling herself to her feet. the empathy bond offers a calm edged with control, barely contained and simmering conflict just under the sheen of her determination. ]

Thanks. [ immediately, she pulls away, looking down at her open palm for clues as to what happened. ]

[vrituom]

( the calm doesn't go unnoticed, neither will the similar feelings that the empathy bond gives to jyn from quill -- a heavy dose of rage masking pain underneath. it says something that she's as well put together as she is )

You won't find anything.

( her apple, though remaining in her hand, seems to have lost her interest, it just held half-eaten as she continues observing the woman )

Whatever they did they won't have left a mark.

[insurgent]

[ huh. jyn has been told of the bond from the person who led her here, but the powers hadn't come up. one blow after another, threatening to knock her to her knees. ]

Then how did they do it...

[ her voice is forcibly even, without the uptick typical of a question. she doesn't expect an answer. she looks up, searching quill's face for tells. ]

Is it the same for you?

[vrituom]

( there are seconds of silence, quill studying her hard enough that it could feel like she was staring through her.

and then she moves, sitting at the nearest table, dropping the half-eaten apple onto it )

No. ( not entirely, anyway. she doesn't disappear through things. she wonders if they weren't expecting what she was before she began but-- everyone had something ) Everyone seems to be different. With one annoying similarity.