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✩ rebelcaptain appreciation week ✩ day seven  ➤ free

He’d told Jyn: We’ve done terrible things on behalf of the Rebellion. Some he remembered now -Tivik, who’d made all this possible and been rewarded with death- but most, to Cassian’s shame, he couldn’t bring to mind. He’d bartered his ideals and the lives of others away, one by one, to find a victory that would make it a ll worthwhile. Yet as he watched the pulsing lights of the turbo lift he felt keenly that neither victory nor defeat would change the terrible things in his past.

Jyn couldn’t give him what he’d come for.

That was the crux of it, really.

Because he’d given her what she needed, and he’d done the mission right, and he found that was enough.

She believed someone was out there. Maybe it was even true.

He did want it to be true. With all his heart, he did.

Her faith carried him with her.

He didn’t say any of it. He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif. 

When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.