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KITRA Erso had always had an undeniable inability to listen. Even as a child she had lacked the patience necessary to focus on anything other than what was right in front of her. It seemed almost ironic that now, with a sack over her head to restrict vision and her wrists bound behind her back to prevent movement, that she would have to rely on the one sense she could never really use. So, against every fibre of her being, Kitra Erso listened.
She could hear the dry chattering of boots against dust and the harmonious hum as Rebel's whispered amongst each other. The beating chant in Chirrut's voice pounded against her skull incessantly aside the heavy beat of his partner's boots. But more intently she listened for Cassian and Jyn, and for any sign that the two were alright and alive. But for every ounce of strain she brought her numbed ears she received only the dry whistle of wind amongst stones, and the cold feeling that spread through her veins — you are alone.
• • •
IT was funny how Kit recognised the fighters in the catacombs. Not the individuals, but the soldiers — she recognised the thin scars on their faces from slivers of stray shrapnel, and the burn marks on their palms from overheating blasters. She knew the squareness in their shoulders and the hollow distrust in their eyes. She knew because once, a lifetime ago, she had been them. And to these people, these unintentional brothers and sisters bound by a single thread of ambition, that was what made her a threat.
She waited, bound but silent, in the central chamber of the Rebel cave. Jyn was seated against her back, the older girl's spine digging into the hollow of the her sisters back when she shifted to breathe. Cassian was gone, as well as Chirrut and his partner, but Kit wouldn't let her wayward mind come to rest over that to save herself from the dread that settled in her stomach at the fact that she was unable to help them at all.
She knew that Jyn was tense as well. She could feel it in the knotted muscles of Jyn's shoulders pressed against hers. This would be the first time in six years either sister had seen Saw Garrera, and Jyn had always been bitter over their guardians betrayal. Kit had been too, but mostly she'd been reserving her bitterness for her sister instead. But sitting here, in the dark, pressed against her sisters taught back, she came to wonder if it was Jyn's betrayal that stung her so deeply, or her fathers.
