It was a terrifying thing, feeling so known, all of her defenses stripped away. Practically from the first moment they met, she'd felt like that with Cassian, like he was somehow able to see right through her, but there was so much more to that now. Jyn couldn't have known, then, what they would become to each other or how much she would come to care about him. That she'd wound up losing him too was, perhaps, more predictable, but even now that she was facing Cassian without that history between them, he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.

Back before Scarif, she remembered having told him that she wasn't used to anyone staying when things got difficult, mostly because the accompanying memory of him saying welcome home was so indelibly seared into her. Even in doing so, though, she'd barely scratched the surface of how true that was and the effect it had on her. He still seemed to know what she was thinking now. It was horrible and wonderful.

"Burning things definitely sounds good right now," she agreed with another soft laugh. Her eyes, when they met his, were still red and watery, but at least there weren't actively tears falling anymore, even if she was sure she must have looked a mess. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. And you tell me, too. If anything is too... much. I know you didn't ask for this."