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Most of all, he listened for Jyn. He listened for her struggles. He listened for her voice. He tried to determine which steady tread on the sand was hers.
She dominated his thinking nonetheless. Cassian believed neither pity nor pragmatism explained it.
“I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad,” she said, by way of explanation. She didn’t know if Cassian really understood, but he said, “Welcome home,” and she knew she was.
With one second left until total shutdown, K-2SO chose to mentally simulate an impossible scenario in which Cassian Andor escaped alive. The simulation pleased him.
He looked as beautiful as anyone Jyn had ever known, but she couldn’t spare a moment to even shout his name.
just a smile so ordinary it seemed to change Jyn from a hero out of myth into a woman he might have known and understood. He hadn’t known her, didn’t know her, of course. There wasn’t the time.
When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.
