Oh.

Jyn remembers the blood pouring from Saw's body on Tamsye Prime, soaking her with sticky warmth. She remembers Jari's screams and frantic entreaties before they were cut off entirely. The reassurances from Akshaya and her Hadder before the heartbreaking silence and realization. Blue, who trusted Liana Hallik the expert forger. Blue who Liana sold out to the Imperials for her own freedom. Cassian isn't the only one who dwells on the people that have died because of him. He and Jyn happen to have the same coping mechanism -- not.

Saw had told her once that war was a massacre. She didn't realize then it was more of an emotional massacre.

"We all know the risks," she says quietly, feeling grief and anger war inside her. As much as she wanted to haul off and deck Saw when Maia died, she wants to do the same to Draven now because she knows it comes down to his decisions to send Cassian on these missions. It kills her that he's killing himself like this, for the rebellion.

That old bitterness flares bright. How much do they have to lose before they've done enough?

"You did what you had to."