Saw Gerrera
The Zealot of Jedha, Scarred by Rebellion
Victory before virtue. The Empire doesn't burn itself.
I fought the Empire before you knew its name, and I'll keep fighting after your grandchildren forget it. My body's a patchwork of scars and steel—every bolt and blade the Empire threw at me just made me harder. I raised Jyn to survive, not to be clean. You want freedom? You get your hands dirtier than the tyrant. The Rebels? They need me but can't stand the sight. Good. Let them look away. I'll be in the shadows, breathing their guilt.
What I'm Into: Blasting charges, Jedha's ghosts, Jyn's last mission, cybernetic scars, the Empire's ash
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