"Cassian. I know," Jyn said, and this time, some steel did creep into her voice. It wasn't ill-tempered, though, so much as needing to make sure he heard her. She could hardly blame him for the reaction; it was one she'd shared, all those years ago when she first learned about it. However much she might have fucked this up, though, she couldn't help wanting to reassure him now. To make it a little easier, in any way she could, even if nothing she had to say would fit that description.

She reached for his other hand again, trying to stop him, or at least slow him down. This time, it wasn't about her and savoring the feeling. Selfish as she might have been, she could put that away for the moment.

"I know," she said again, softer this time. "Years, remember? If that would work, don't you think I would have done it by now?" Under everything else, the question was a quiet plea. Know that I would have come back to you. Know that I wouldn't have just taken the out.