"I mean. I could say the same to you," Jyn said, her expression scrunching guiltily. It was interesting, painting that whole argument in different shades than she'd perceived it before. With as long as it had been for her, and with as consumed by grief and rage and betrayal as she had felt in that moment, she only remembered fragments of it now anyway: the way she'd sharpened words to stab at him, trying to do as much damage as she could, to make someone else hurt like she was hurting, and his telling her that she wasn't the only one who'd lost everything. She remembered being too full of emotion to argue her point well, and the way she'd sobbed afterwards, away from all of the others, for the first time in longer than she even knew.

He looked worried, and she didn't want him to be, so she brought one hand up to cradle the back of his head, wet fingers sliding into his hair, and kissed him. It was brief, and she dropped back a moment later, but she hoped it would tell him just how beyond forgiven he was.

With a heavy exhale, she shifted her weight. There was really only one thing for her to say in response to all of that, and it wasn't an easy one. "Fact," she said. "The first mission I went on alone for Saw... It was me, and a rifle, on top of a cliff, waiting for some Imp to come by. I did what he'd sent me there to do. So... What I said to you... It wasn't really any better than what you said to me. And I am sorry, Cassian."