"Yeah? When was the last time you used any of it, in all the times we spoke before? You know how to be a person, Jyn, I've seen you do it for hours at a time. You aren't being a soldier right now, you're just being an asshole."

Maybe those things were one and the same, he thinks. Often as not, Ty and Nicky were soldiers when being something else meant being vulnerable or wrong.

Pushing up from the fountain, he stands, far from towering over her but giving some vent to the temper rising in his gut. "Here's a tip about us helpless civilians: when you hit us for no reason, the thing to do is apologize and work on not doing it again. Not wallowing in your reaction to fucking up and acting like you're a monster who can't change--"

Biting his lip, he cuts the words off, hollows his cheek until the tenderness of his jaw begs him to continue. "I've been in a fucking crisis or two, Jyn. I've had guns put in my hand. After you disappeared from the inn I ran around looking for you, trying to make sure you were safe. Stop telling me what I am, or what I understand, or what you want. Just tell me you're fucking sorry, like any person would be."