Something was wrong with Cassian. It was difficult for Jyn to describe, hard to put into words, but it left a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and an ache in her chest. This morning he had missed breakfast, again. When she caught him later and asked where he was, if he was alright, he just looked at her flatly. No expression, no awareness of how much his behavior was hurting her. She didn’t understand how no one had noticed. It felt as though the real Cassian was slipping away, leaving only cold, emotionless Captain Andor in his place. What made it all the worse, was that it was inconsistent.