"I hadn't really had much else to give, at the end." The words leave her mouth, but the chambers of her heart know the truth: the little she did have, they'd taken it: her father, any hope of a rekindled relationship to make up for lost time, her freedom, her free will, and then, in the end, her life. Of course, they'd also given her something she'd never have anticipated or expected: Cassian.

"You'd made me believe in a cause," she adds softly, "Something I'd never had before. When - Back on Jedha, when we found Saw - before you came to pull me away, he asked if I could stand to see the Imperial flag across the galaxy." She pauses, the strain of his withered voice echoing in her ears, even now. "I told him it wasn't a problem if you never looked up." A quiet laugh of incredulity at her own stupidity. "And I'd meant it. At least then I did." She pulls away to search for his eyes, fingertips trailing the delicate skin at the cliff of his jaw. "But you changed that."

And it was because of him that, for the first time, she'd wanted to live. Wanted to pursue a life not shadowed and dictated by war, and death, and destruction. Wanted the quiet life her father had teasingly taunted her with in his hologram. Wanted it with Cassian.

"It's hard to ever feel anger towards this place, even if there are .. overseers or watchers, when we're both here together."