This fact, once again, stole the breath from Jyn, made her stomach lurch uneasily, though for entirely different reasons now. Maybe it was selfish, to hear something as weighty as that and think of herself. She knew from experience that an argument was nothing next to such a loss. She still didn't believe she was entirely wrong in the point she'd been making. That didn't change the fact that, wounded, she'd wanted to wound him too, turning words into a weapon and stabbing with them, not knowing exactly what she would be striking but that it would be likely to do a good amount of damage.

She hadn't known this, then. She hadn't even known it when they talked about it before. That conversation, like so, so many they'd had, was faded in her mind now, something that she remembered happening but in no detail. It didn't matter anyway when it wasn't one she'd had with him.

"I'm sorry," she said, fully turning toward him, her eyes glassy in the firelight. Saying so like this may have been a departure from the format of the game, but it was still true, a fact of a different sort. "For what I said to you. After Eadu. I didn't even really... I wanted to say the worst thing I could think of. I didn't know. About that."