The hatch inside Jyn’s mind shattered like baked clay.
The things inside the cave, damp and soiled by darkness, seeped unwelcome into her brain. Foreign thoughts spread like stains, obscuring everything else: My father is alive. My father is a traitor. My father is building a weapon to destroy worlds.
My father is a hero. My father is a coward. My father is a bastard.
Galen Erso is not my father. Galen Erso didn’t raise me…