[maybe, jyn thinks — maybe whatever he has to tell her has outlived any usefulness it would potentially have; maybe she'd been wrong to think something would even be useful here in the first place. no, actually, the only thing that seems to be in store for her here is condescension that's worthy of making her roll her eyes. she doesn't like his attitude —
and she doesn't like him. period.
her patience, already sitting on a razor's edge, snaps in two, somewhere after i am not your enemy and try to stick together. because he's wrong on both counts; the first is obvious bantha shit that people only use when they lie, and as for the second?
well, she has enough spite in her to throw that right back in his face.
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and she doesn't like him. period.
her patience, already sitting on a razor's edge, snaps in two, somewhere after i am not your enemy and try to stick together. because he's wrong on both counts; the first is obvious bantha shit that people only use when they lie, and as for the second?
well, she has enough spite in her to throw that right back in his face.
she turns on her heel, says, flatly,]
Good luck with the trying.
[ — before just walking away.]