That word--from Nicky, from Ty, now Jyn. You're a civilian, your safety is paramount. How many times did he insist he could take care of himself, how many times did he want to punch Ty in the kidney for not treating his own life with the same care? Ty had been more than they'd tried to make him after he came home from training, had been more even with bullets flying in the streets. Maybe it mattered, that he'd had a life to grow in before he learned to protect, serve, kill--but he'd been someone after that, too. He'd still been someone, stripping supplies off a body and handing them over.

"I am asking you to be yourself," he argues. "Not a civilian, just--throw out the words. I'm not a civilian, I don't live here, I'm trapped, or I just exist. We keep calling this place things like we really know, and it just stops us from seeing the bigger picture. It's not a prison, it's not a game. It's a canyon, the rest is yet to be proven. And you're Jyn, and I'm Kira, and that's all."

Setting the mug down at his hip, some spark of conviction sits him halfway to straight, something grown a little stronger in his time away. "If you're not yourself, you can't take responsibility for what you do. If you don't think I'm just me, and we're on equal footing, why bother with me at all? I can forgive more than a punch, but don't pull that shit on me, not after everything."